Woody Guthrie wrote a song about those rotten peaches and oranges in a creosote dump. And about the disposable people who picked the crops and shipped back over the border when the season was done.
Plane Wreck at Los Gatos (Deportee
The crops are all in, and the peaches are rotten
The oranges are all packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying them back to the Mexican Border
To save all their money then wade back again
The oranges are all packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying them back to the Mexican Border
To save all their money then wade back again
My father's own father, he waded that river
Others before him have done just the same
They died in the hills, and they died in the vallies
Some went to heaven without any name
Others before him have done just the same
They died in the hills, and they died in the vallies
Some went to heaven without any name
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adiós mi amigo, Jesus y María
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "Deportee"
Adiós mi amigo, Jesus y María
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "Deportee"
Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted
Our work contracts out, and we have to move on
Six-hundred miles to the Mexican Border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
Our work contracts out, and we have to move on
Six-hundred miles to the Mexican Border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adiós mi amigo, Jesus y María
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "Deportee"
Adiós mi amigo, Jesus y María
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 thunder, it shook all the hills
Who are all these dear friends scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees
A fireball of thunder, it shook all the hills
Who are all these dear friends scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita (Adiós a mi Juan, adiós Rosalita)
Adiós mi amigo, Jesus y María
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane (No tendrá un nombre en aquel aeroplano)
All they will call you will be "Deportee" (Le van a poner "Deportee")
Adiós mi amigo, Jesus y María
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane (No tendrá un nombre en aquel aeroplano)
All they will call you will be "Deportee" (Le van a poner "Deportee")
Adiós a mi Juan (Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita)
Adiós Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos, Jesus and Maria (Adiós mi amigo, Jesus y María)
No tendrá ningún nombre en el aeroplano (You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane)
El nombre que le van a poner (All they will call you)
Va a ser
Deportee
Adiós Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos, Jesus and Maria (Adiós mi amigo, Jesus y María)
No tendrá ningún nombre en el aeroplano (You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane)
El nombre que le van a poner (All they will call you)
Va a ser
Deportee
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Woody Guthrie / Martin Hoffman
Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) lyrics © Ludlow Music Inc.
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