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Deportee
445
Singer/Songwriter
Utwór Deportee został wydany 11 kwietnia 1995 przez Warner Records jako część albumu LifeLines
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Data wydania11 kwietnia 1995
WytwórniaWarner Records
Melodyjność
Akustyczność
Valence
Taneczność
Energia
BPM123

Kredyty

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Peter, Paul & Mary
Peter, Paul & Mary
Performer
Noel Paul Stookey
Noel Paul Stookey
Vocals
Peter Yarrow
Peter Yarrow
Vocals
David Finick
David Finick
Bass
Bob DeCormier
Bob DeCormier
Conductor
Weldon Parks
Weldon Parks
Guitar
Doug Katsaros
Doug Katsaros
Keyboards
Sue Evans
Sue Evans
Percussion
Mary Travers
Mary Travers
Vocals
Ramblin' Jack Elliott
Ramblin' Jack Elliott
Vocals
Bashiri Johnson
Bashiri Johnson
Percussion
D.Finck
D.Finck
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Hoffman
Martin Hoffman
Composer
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JOHN PATTERSON
JOHN PATTERSON
Mixing Engineer
Larry Alexander
Larry Alexander
Engineer
Roy Hendrickson
Roy Hendrickson
Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Phil Ramone
Phil Ramone
Producer

Tekst Utworu

The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying us back to the Mexican border
To pay all our money just 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
600 miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like thieves on the run
Chorus
Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y 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 of lightning that shook all the hills
Who are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees
Chorus
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and we died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves and to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name except
Deportees?
Chorus
Written by: Martin Hoffman, Woody Guthrie
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