DEPORTEES    (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)    words by Woody Guthrie, music by Martin Hoffman       The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting    The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps    They're flying you back to the Mexico border    To pay all your money to wade back again       Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y 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    My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees    They rode the big trucks till they lay down and die       Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane    All they will call you will be deportees       The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon    A fireball of lightning, and it shook all the hills    Who are these comrades that died like the dry leaves    The radio tells me they're just deportees       Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane    All they will call you will be deportees       We died in your hills and we died in your deserts    We died in your valleys we 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       Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y 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 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.       Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane    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 the top soil    and be called by no name except "deportee"       Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita    Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria    You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane    All they will call you will be deportees