Written by Woody Guthrie (L) / Martin Hoffman (M)
(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 .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. Chorus (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."(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)
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