(Woddy Guthrie/Martin Hoffman)
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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
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The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
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You're flying them back to the mexican border
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To pay all their money to wade back again
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
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Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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All they will call you will be deportee
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Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted
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Our work contract's out and we have to move on
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But it's 600 miles to that mexican border
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They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
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Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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All they will call you will be deportee
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My father's own father, waded that river
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They took all the money he made in his life
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My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees
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They rode the truck til' they took down and died
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The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
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A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
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Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
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The radio said they were just deportees
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
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Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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All they will call you will be deportee
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No, all they will call you will be deportee
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All they will call you will be deportee
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Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)
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| Dolly Parton |
