Christy Moore - Deportee lyrics
[Christy Moore - Deportee lyrics]
The peaches are in and the
Crops they lie rotten
The oranges are stacked in
Their creosote dumps
They're driving us back to the Mexican border
It takes all our money to go back again
My father's own father did through that river
You took all the money he made in his life
These sisters and brothers they worked
In your fruit field
They rode in your trucks till
They lay down and died
Goodbye to my friеnds, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus е Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and
Most are not wanted
Our work contracts sold and we must move on
The six hundred miles to the Mexican border
You drive us like outlaws
Like rustlers like thieves
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee
The sky plane caught fire o'er
The Los Gatos valley
Like a fireball of lightning it
Plunged to the ground
Who are those friends lying
Round like dead leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees
We died in your trees and
We died in your valleys
We died on your mountains and
Died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees and
We died 'neath your bushes
Both sides of the border we
Died just the same
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Crops they lie rotten
The oranges are stacked in
Their creosote dumps
They're driving us back to the Mexican border
It takes all our money to go back again
My father's own father did through that river
You took all the money he made in his life
These sisters and brothers they worked
In your fruit field
They rode in your trucks till
They lay down and died
Goodbye to my friеnds, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus е Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and
Most are not wanted
Our work contracts sold and we must move on
The six hundred miles to the Mexican border
You drive us like outlaws
Like rustlers like thieves
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee
The sky plane caught fire o'er
The Los Gatos valley
Like a fireball of lightning it
Plunged to the ground
Who are those friends lying
Round like dead leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees
We died in your trees and
We died in your valleys
We died on your mountains and
Died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees and
We died 'neath your bushes
Both sides of the border we
Died just the same
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportee