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(G)The crops are all in and the C peaches are G rotting,
The oranges are packed in their D creosote G dumps.
C They're flying them back to the G Mexican border
To save all their money and D7 wade back again.
G My father's own father, he C waded that G river;
Others before him have D done just the G same;
C They died in the hills and they G died in the valleys,
Some went to heaven with D7 out any G names .
(C) Goodbye to my Juan, good(G)bye, Rosalita,
Adios, D mis amigos D7 Jesus y G Maria.
C You won't have a name when you G ride the big airplane.
All they will call you will D7 be 'deportee.' (G)
G Some of us are illegal and C others not G wanted;
Our work contract's out and we D have to move G on.
C Six hundred miles to the G Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like D7 rustlers, like G thieves.
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(Chorus Instrumental)
G The sky plane caught fire over C Los Gatos G Canyon,
A fireball of thunder that D shook all our G hills.
C Who are all these dear friends G scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were D7 just deportees. G
Adios, mi Juan, adios, Rosalita, {Goodbye, my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita.
Adios, mis amigos Jesus y Maria. {Goodbye, my friends Jesus and Maria}
No tiene su nombre con grande airplano. {You don't have your name on the big airplane.}
All they will call you will be 'deportee.'
Written by Woody Guthrie (L) / Martin Hoffman (M)