DEPORTEES   by Woody Guthrie  The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting  The oranges are filed in their creosote dumps  They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border  To take all their money to wade back again   Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita   Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria   You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane   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  It's six hundred miles to the Mexico border  And they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves  The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon  The great ball of fire it shook all our hills  Who are these dear friends who are falling like dry leaves?  Radio said, "They are just deportees"  Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?  Is this the best way we can raise our good crops?  To fall like dry leaves and rot on out topsoil  And be known by no names except "deportees"  Copyright Ludlow Music, Inc.  recorded on Judy Collins/3 and Guthrie Greatest  filename[ DEPORTE  play.exe DEPORTE  SF  ===DOCUMENT BOUNDARY===