DEPORTEES (PLANE WRECK AT LOS GATOS)
(G)The crops are all in and the (C) peaches are (G) rotting,
The oranges are packed in their (D) creosote (G) dumps.
(C) They're flying them back to the (G) Mexican border
To save all their money and (D7) wade back again.
(G) My father's own father, he (C) waded that (G) river;
Others before him have (D) done just the (G) same;
(C) They died in the hills and they (G) died in the valleys,
Some went to heaven with (D7) out any (G) names .
(C) Goodbye to my Juan, good(G)bye, Rosalita,
Adios, (D) mis amigos (D7) Jesus y (G) Maria.
(C) You won't have a name when you (G) ride the big airplane.
All they will call you will (D7) be "deportee." (G)
(G) Some of us are illegal and (C) others not (G) wanted;
Our work contract's out and we (D) have to move (G) on.
(C) Six hundred miles to the (G) Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like (D7) rustlers, like (G) thieves.
CHORUS
(Chorus Instrumental)
(G) The sky plane caught fire over (C) Los Gatos (G) Canyon,
A fireball of thunder that (D) shook all our (G) hills.
(C) Who are all these dear friends (G) scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were (D7) just deportees. (G)
(Note: As near as I can tell this is a Spanish version of the chorus as
performed by Johnny Rodriguez. If anyone can help me with the correct
translation I would deeply appreciate it.)
Adios, mi Juan, adios, Rosalita, {Goodbye, my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita.
Adios, mis amigos Jesus y Maria. {Goodbye, my friends Jesus and Maria}
No tiene su nombre con grande airplano. {You don't have your name on the big airplane.}
All they will call you will be "deportee."