"Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)" lyrics
Margo Price, Joan Baez & Memphis Mariachi Lyrics
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To take all your money and wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And 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 that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning, shook all the hills
Who are all his comrades all scared like dry leaves
The radio tell us that they're just deportees
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees
And all they will call you will be deportees
The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To take all your money and wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And 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 that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning, shook all the hills
Who are all his comrades all scared like dry leaves
The radio tell us that they're just deportees
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees
And all they will call you will be deportees
