In January 1948 an airplane carrying Mexican Nationals crashed near the Los  
Gatos canyon in California.  Woody Guthrie, the voice of everyman, wrote a  
poem about the crash that was later put to music by Pete Seeger.  This is my  
interpretation of the version as done by The Highwaymen. 
 
DEPORTEE 
 
G                            C           G
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting 
                              D       G
The oranges are packed in the creoste dumps 
C                               G
They're flying them back to the Mexican border 
                            D7
To save all their money and wade back again 
G                         C          G
My father's own father he waded that river 
                       D             G
Others before him have done just the same 
C                               G
They died in the hills and they died in the valleys 
                         D7      G
Some went to heaven with out any names 
C                        G
Goodbye to my Juan, good bye Rosalita 
      D          D7      G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria 
C                              G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane 
                            D7              G
All they will call you will be.....Deportee   
G                          C          G
Some of us are illegal and others not wanted 
                              D            G
Our work contracts out and we have to move on 
C                        G
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border 
                                 D7             G
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves 
C                        G
Goodbye to my Juan, good bye Rosalita 
      D          D7      G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria 
C                              G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane 
                            D7              G
All they will call you will be.....Deportee  
 
(Chorus Instrumental) 
G                              C         G
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon 
                           D             G
A fireball of thunder that shook all the hills 
C                              G
Who are all these dear friends scattered like dry leaves 
                         D7               G
The radio said they were just...Deportees  
 
(Note: As near as I can tell this is a Spanish version of the chorus as  
performed by Johnny Rodriguez.  If anyone can help me with the correct  
translation I would deeply appreciate it.) 
 
Adios mi Juan, adios Rosalita 
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria 
No tiene su nombre con grande airplano 
All they will call you will be...Deportee
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