Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)

The crops are all in, and the peaches are rotten

The oranges are all packed in the creosote dumps

They're flying them back to the Mexican Border

To save all their money, and wade back again

My father's own father, he waded that river

Others before him have done just the same

They died in the hills, and they've died in the valley

Some went to heaven, without any name

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adios mi amigo, Jesus and Maria

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

All they will call you will be "Deportee"

Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted

Our work contracts out, and we have to move on

Six-hundred miles to the Mexican Border

They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adios mi amigo, Jesus and Maria

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

All they will call you will be "Deportee"

The sky-plane caught fire, over Los Gatos Canyon

A fireball a thunder, it shook all the hills

Who are all these dear friends, scattered like dry leaves?

The radio said they were just deportees

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

(Adios a mi Juan, adios Rosalita)

Adios mi amigo, Jesus and Maria

(Adios a mi amigo, Jesus y Maria)

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

(no tendrá un nombre en el aeroplano)

All they will call you will be "Deportee"

(le llamarán serán "Deportee")

Goodbye to my Juan

Adios a mi Juan

Goodbye Rosalita

Adios Rosalita

Adios mi amegos, Jesus and Maria

(Adios a mi amigo, Jesus y Maria)

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

No tendrá un nombre en el aeroplano

All they will call you

Le nombre que le van a poner

will be

va a hacer

Deportee