B/Bob Dylan/Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos) feat. Joan Baez
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 pay all your money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye 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 deportees
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 die
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye 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 deportees
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves The radio tells me they're just deportees
We died in your hills and we died in your deserts We died in your valleys 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
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye 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 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 the top soil And be called 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 All they will call you will be deportees /x2Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
