Judy Collins - Deportee/Plane Wreck At Los Gatos CAPO: 3rd Fret [Intro] [Verse 1] The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps They’re flying them back to the Mexican border It takes all their money to wade back again [Chorus] Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita Adios mi amigos Jesus y Maria You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be ’Deportee’ [Verse 2] My father’s own father he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life My sisters and brothers come work in the fruit trees Rode that truck till they went down and died [Verse 3] Some of us are illegal and others not wanted Our work contract’s out and we have to move on Six hundred miles to the Mexican border They chase us like rustlers like outlaws like thieves [Chorus] Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita Adios mi amigos Jesus y Maria You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be ’Deportee’ [Verse 4] The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon A fireball of thunder that shook all the hills Who are all these dear friends scattered like dry leaves The radio says "They are just deportees" [Verse 5] Is this the best way we can raise our good orchards? Is this the best way we can grow our good crops? To die and be scattered to rot on my topsoil And be called by no name except "Deportees"? [Chorus] Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita Adios mi amigos Jesus y Maria You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be ’Deportee’