The Dubliners - Deportees lyrics
[The Dubliners - Deportees lyrics]
The crops are all in and
The peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying them back to the Mexico border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
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
And they rode the truck 'til
They took down and died
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
All they will call you will be deportees
Some of us are illegal and
Some are 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
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
All they will call you will be deportees
We died in your hills
We died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and
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
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
All they will call you will be deportees
A sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning
It shook all our hills
Who were all these friends
All scattered like dry leaves?
The radio saids they are just deportees
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
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 my topsoil
And be called by no name except deportees?
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
All they will call you will be deportees
All they will call you will be deportees
The peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying them back to the Mexico border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
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
And they rode the truck 'til
They took down and died
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
All they will call you will be deportees
Some of us are illegal and
Some are 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
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
All they will call you will be deportees
We died in your hills
We died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and
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
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
All they will call you will be deportees
A sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning
It shook all our hills
Who were all these friends
All scattered like dry leaves?
The radio saids they are just deportees
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
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 my topsoil
And be called by no name except deportees?
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when
You ride the big air-plane
All they will call you will be deportees
All they will call you will be deportees