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Deportees
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On Tour
Singer/Songwriter
Deportees was released on January 28, 2025 by Fluff and Gravy Records as a part of the album Deportees - Single
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Release DateJanuary 28, 2025
LabelFluff and Gravy Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM198

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bartholomew Jesse Budwig
Bartholomew Jesse Budwig
Lead Vocals
Jen Borst
Jen Borst
Background Vocals
Ben Walden
Ben Walden
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Martin Hoffman
Martin Hoffman
Composer
Woody Guthrie
Woody Guthrie
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Bartholomew Jesse Budwig
Bartholomew Jesse Budwig
Producer

Lyrics

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying them back to the Mexico border
To pay all their money just to wade back again
My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
They rode the trucks till they took down and died
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have your name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
It's six hundred miles to the Mexico border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
We died in your hills and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and we died in your plains
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river, we died just the same
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have your name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are all these friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees
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 to rot on my topsoil
And to be called by no name except deportees
Written by: Martin Hoffman, Woody Guthrie
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