Deportee Songtext
von Max Boyce

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges pile in their creosote dumps
You′re flying them back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee

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

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee


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

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won′t have a name when you ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee

The sky plane got fired over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are these friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they′re just deportees

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be 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 the topsoil
And be called by no name except deportee


Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won′t have a name when you ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee