Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
 The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
 They're flying 'em back to that Mexico border
 To take all their money 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 big trucks till they lay down and died
 Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye 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 deportee
 Some of us are illegal, and all are not wanted
 Our work contract's out and we've got to move on
 Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
 They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
 We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
 We died in your armies, we died on your plains
 We died 'neath your trees and we died 'neath those bushes
 Both sides of that river, we died just the same
 Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye 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 deportee
 The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
 Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills
 Who are all these friends, dying 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 and rot on my topsoil
 And be known by no name except deportee
 Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye 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 deportee