Deportee (Plane Wreck at los Gatos) (live) Lyrics
| Song | Deportee (Plane Wreck at los Gatos) (live) |
| Artist | Joan Baez |
| Album | Bowery Songs [live] |
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| 作词 : Guthrie, Hoffman | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted | |
| Our work contract's out and we have to move on | |
| But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border | |
| They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves. | |
| 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 |
| zuo ci : Guthrie, Hoffman | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted | |
| Our work contract' s out and we have to move on | |
| But it' s six hundred miles to that Mexican border | |
| They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves. | |
| 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 |
| zuò cí : Guthrie, Hoffman | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| 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 | |
| Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted | |
| Our work contract' s out and we have to move on | |
| But it' s six hundred miles to that Mexican border | |
| They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves. | |
| 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 |
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