Deportees Lyrics - Singles - Guthrie Woody

DEPORTEES 

by Woody Guthrie 

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting 

The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps 

They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border 

To take all their money to wade back again 

Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita 

Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria 

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

All they will call you will be deportees 

My father's own father, he waded that river 

They took all the money he made in his life 

It's six hundred miles to the Mexico border 

And they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves 

The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon 

The great ball of fire it shook all our hills 

Who are these dear friends who are falling like dry leaves? 

Radio said, "They are just deportees" 

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? 

Is this the best way we can raise our good crops? 

To fall like dry leaves and rot on out topsoil 

And be known by no names except "deportees" 

Copyright Ludlow Music, Inc. 

recorded on Judy Collins/3 and Guthrie Greatest 

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