Deportees (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying them back to the Mexico border
To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee

My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
They roll the truck till they took down and died

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee

Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexico border
They chase us like outlaws and rustlers, like thieves

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee

We died in your fields, we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and died on your planes
We died 'neath your treas, we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning and shook all our hills
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves, to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportee"

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee