Judy Collins - Deportee plane wreck at los gatos

The crops are all in and the ^Cpeaches are ^Grotting The oranges are packed in their ^Dcreosote ^Gdumps They're ^Cflying them back to the ^GMexican border It takes all their money to ^Dwade back a^Ggain

^CGoodbye to my Juan, good^Gbye Rosalita Adios ^Dmi amigos,^G Jesus y Maria You ^Cwon't have a name when you ^Gride the big airplane All they will call you will ^Dbe 'Depor^Gtee' ^{C D G}

My father's own father, he ^Cwaded that ^Driver They took all the money he ^Dmade in his ^Glife My ^Csisters and brothers come ^Gwork in the fruit trees Rode that truck till they ^Dwent down and ^Gdied

Some of us are illegal and ^Cothers not ^Gwanted Our work contract's out and we ^Dhave to move ^Gon ^CSix hundred miles to the ^GMexican border They chase us like rustlers, like ^Doutlaws, like ^Gthieves

^CGoodbye to my Juan, good^Gbye Rosalita Adios ^Dmi amigos,^G Jesus y Maria You ^Cwon't have a name when you ^Gride the big airplane All they will call you will ^Dbe 'Depor^Gtee' ^{C D G}

The sky plane caught fire over ^CLos Gatos ^Gcanyon A fireball of thunder that ^Dshook all the ^Ghills Who are ^Call these dear friends, ^Gscattered like dry leaves The radio says, "They are ^Djust deporte^Ges"

Is this the best way we can ^Craise our good ^Gorchards? Is this the best way we can ^Dgrow our good ^Gcrops? To ^Cdie and be scattered, to ^Grot on my topsoil And be called by no name ex^Dcept "Depor^Gtees"?

^CGoodbye to my Juan, good^Gbye Rosalita Adios ^Dmi amigos,^G Jesus y Maria You ^Cwon't have a name when you ^Gride the big airplane All they will call you will ^Dbe 'Depor^Gtee' ^{C D G}