Deportee (Plane Crash At Los Gatos) [Live at The Half Beat, Yorkville, Toronto, Canada, 10/21/1964]

[Verse 1]
The crops are all in, and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are pilled in the creosote dumps
They're flying us back to the Mexico border
To pay all our money to wade back again

[Chorus]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
No, all they will call you will be 'Deportee'

[Verse 2]
Now my father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his lifе
Six-hundred miles to the Mеxico border
They chased us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves

[Chorus]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
No, all they will call you will be 'Deportee'

[Verse 3]
The sky-bird caught fire, over Los Gatos Canyon
A big ball of fire, it shook all the ground
Who are these friends, who are falling like dry leaves
The radio said they're just deportees

[Chorus]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
No, all they will call you will be 'Deportee'

[Verse 4]
But we died in your hills, and we died in your valleys
We died in your orchards, we died on your plains
We died on your deserts, we died in your treetops
Both sides of the river, we died just the same

[Chorus]
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
No, all they will call you will be 'Deportee'