Deportee - The Kingston Trio

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott’ning

The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps

They’re flying them back to the Mexico border

To take all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita

Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria

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

All they will call you is just deportee

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 Mexican border

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

The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon

A great ball of fire that shook all the hills

Who are these friends who are falling like dry leaves?

The radio said, «They're 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 our topsoil

And be known by no name except deportee

Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita

Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria

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

All they will call you is just deportee