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This is a Woody Guthrie song. He wrote it in 1948 after a plane wreck near Los Gatos Canyon. The way I'm doing it here is closer to Pete Seeger's version. 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 mis 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 they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita adios mis amigos, Jesus e Maria you won't have a name when you ride the big airplane all they will call you will be deportees the plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon a great ball of fire it shook all our hills who are these dear friends who are falling like dry leaves? the radio tells me "they are just deportees" goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita adios mis amigos, Jesus e Maria you won't have a name when you ride the big airplane all they will call you will be deportees #folkmusic #protest #immigration