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Testo Deportees - Barbara Dane

Testo della canzone Deportees (Barbara Dane), tratta dall'album Folk On A Summer's Day

The crops are all in and the peach trees are rotting

And the oranges are piled in the crystal dumps

Well, you're flying them back to the Mexican border

To pay all their money to wait back again

Goodbye to you, Juan, and goodbye, Rosalita

Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you fly the big airplane

And all they will call you is just deportee

My father's own father, he waded that river

Well, it took all the money that he made in his life

My sisters and brothers came work in the fruit trees

And they rode in the truck 'til it took down and died

Goodbye to you, Juan, goodbye, Rosalita

Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you fly the big airplane

For all they will call you is just deportee

Now some of us are illegal and some are not wanted

Our work contract's out and we've got to move on

Six hundred miles to the Mexican border

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves

Goodbye to you, Juan, and goodbye, Rosalita

Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria

Well, you won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

And all they will call you is just deportee

Well, we died in your hills and we died in your desert

And we died in your valleys and we died on your plain

We died 'neath your trees and we died 'neath the bushes

Both sides of the river, we died just the same

Goodbye to you, Juan, goodbye, Rosalita

Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

For all they will call you will be deportee

Well, the sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon

A fireball of lightning shook all our hills

Who are all those people all scattered like dry leaves?

Well, the radio says they're just deportees

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 and rot on your topsoil

And be called by no name except deportee

Goodbye to you, Juan, goodbye, Rosalita

Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

For all they will call you will be deportee

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Writer(s): Woody Guthrie, Martin Hoffmann
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