Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)

The crops are all in
 And the peaches are rotting
 The oranges piled up
 In their creosote dumps
 You're flying 'em back
 To the Mexican border
 To spend all their money
 To wade back again
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 Good bye 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 up
 And we have to move on
 600 miles to that Mexican border
 They chase us like outlaws
 Like rustlers, like thieves
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 The skyplane caught fire
 Over Los Gatos Canyon
 A fireball of lightning
 Shook all our hills
 Who are all these friends
 Who are scattered like dried leaves
 The radio said
 They were just "deportees"
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