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Deportee (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They’re flying you back to the mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again

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

Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e 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 the mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.

We died in your hills. we died on your deserts.
We’ve died in your mountains, and died on your plains.
We’ve died ‘neath your trees, and we’ve died in your bushes.
Both sides of the river, we’ve died just the same.

Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportee"

The skyplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they were just deportees.

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil,
And be known by no name except "deportee".

Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportee"

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Deportee (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
They’re flying us back to the mexican border
To pay all our money just to wade back again

Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contract’s out and we have to move on
600 miles to that mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like thieves on the run

Chorus
Goodbye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mis amigos, jesus y maria
You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee

The sky plane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all the hills
Who are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees

Chorus

We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and we died on your plains
We died ‘neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same

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 and to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name except
Deportees?

Chorus