DEPORTEES (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)
Lyrics by Woody Guthrie

Solay:
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
Morello:
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money and wade back again

CHORUS
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios a mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplanes
All they will call you will be… Deportees

Solay:
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 rode the big trucks till they laid down and died

Morello:
Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
When contract is out we've got to move on
It's six hundred Solay to the Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives

CHORUS
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios a mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplanes
All they will call you will be… Deportees

Solay:
An airplane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
Morello:
Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends all scattered like dry leaves?

Solay:
The radio says they are just deportees
We died in your valleys and died in your deserts
We died in your hills and we died on your plains

Morello:
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same

CHORUS
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios a mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplanes
All they will call you will be… Deportees

Morello:
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?

Solay:
To fall like the dry leaves to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name except

Morello:
Deportees