Letra de la canción 'DEPORTEE' de 'ARLO GUTHRIE'

The crops are all in and the peaches are rottand'ning,
the oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
theyand're flying and'em back to the mexican border
to pay all their money to wade back again
chorus:
goodbye to my juan, goodbye, rosalita,
adios mis amigos, jesus y maria;
you wonand't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
all they will call you will be andquot;deporteesandquot;
my fatherand'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,
and they rode the truck till they took down and died.
some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
our work contractand's out and we have to move on;
six hundred miles to that mexican border,
they chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
we died in your valleys and died on your plains.
we died and'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
both sides of the river, we died just the same.
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, andquot;they are just deporteesandquot;

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 my topsoil
and be called by no name except andquot;deporteesandquot;?

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