"Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)" as written by and Woody Guthrie....
The crops are all in
And the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled up
In their creosote dumps
You're flying 'em back
To the Mexican border
To spend all their money
To wade back again

[Chorus]
Good bye to my Juan
Goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus why 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 up
And we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws
Like rustlers, like thieves

[Chorus]

The skyplane caught fire
Over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning
Shook all our hills
Who are all these friends
Who are scattered like dried leaves
The radio said
They were just "deportees"

[Chorus]


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"Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)" as written by Woody Guthrie Martin Hoffman

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    General CommentThis was showing how the rich people in Los Gatos cared so little for the people living and working among them that they did not publish there names when the plane crashed. Pretty sure this is a woody Guthrie song.
    Sumflowon December 08, 2011   Link

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