Deportee Songtext
von Lance Canales

Crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
Oranges are piled and the creosote gone
They′re flying me back to the Mexican border
To pay all my money and wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos y Jesus y Maria
No, we won't have a name when we ride the big airplane
All they will call us is the deportee

My father′s own father waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come work in the fruit tree
They rode the big truck 'til they took down and died

We died in your hills, we died in your desert
We died in your valleys, we died in your plain
We died 'neath your trees, we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river we died just the same


Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos y Jesus y Maria
No, we won′t have a name when we ride the big airplane
All they will call us is the deportee
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos y Jesus y Maria
No, we won′t have a name when we ride the big airplane
All they will call us is the deportee

Some of us illegal and some are unwanted
Said some of us illegal and most are unwanted
It's six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like animals, like thieves
This night plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
Fireball of lightning that shook all the hills
You ask who are these friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio calls us all just deportee

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos y Jesus y Maria
No, we won′t have a name when we ride the big airplane
All they will call us is the deportee
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos y Jesus y Maria
No, we won't have a name when we ride the big airplane
All they will call us is the deportee