Peter, Paul, & Mary, Tom Paxton
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying us back to the Mexican border
To pay all our money to wade back again
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.
Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportee"
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they were just deportees.
Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportee"
We died in your hills. We died on your deserts.
We've died in your mountains, and died on your plains.
We've died 'neath your trees, and we've died in your bushes.
Both sides of the river, we've died just the same.
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil,
And be known by no name except "deportee".
Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportee"
*******************************************************
Woddy (1912-1967) is one of the most beautiful american
persons ever lived!!!
Sadly,this song was composed in 1949 and still applies... !!!
please check his website :
@belardo Mitre/Mexico
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying us back to the Mexican border
To pay all our money to wade back again
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.
Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportee"
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they were just deportees.
Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportee"
We died in your hills. We died on your deserts.
We've died in your mountains, and died on your plains.
We've died 'neath your trees, and we've died in your bushes.
Both sides of the river, we've died just the same.
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil,
And be known by no name except "deportee".
Good-bye to my Juan, Good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be "deportee"
*******************************************************
Woddy (1912-1967) is one of the most beautiful american
persons ever lived!!!
Sadly,this song was composed in 1949 and still applies... !!!
please check his website :
@belardo Mitre/Mexico