|Artist:||Woody Guthrie (English)|
|Chord names:||Not defined|
Deportee (Woody Guthrie) in D
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotten
The oranges are packed and the creosote dumped
They're flyin' them back to the Mexican border
To save all their money then wade back again.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigo; Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you, will be: "Deportee"
My father's own father, he waded that river
Other's before him had done just the same
They died in the hills and they died in the valley
Some went to heaven without any name.
Some of us are illegal and others 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 in your deserts
We died in your valleys, and 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
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning, that shook all our hills
Who are all these friends who are scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were just 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 my topsoil
And be called by no name except deportees?