Deportee
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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
                           G        D
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
       G                       D
You're flying them back to the Mexican border
                           G7         D
To pay all their money, to wade back again

Chorus:
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Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
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Adios mes amigos, Jesus and Maria
    G                              D 
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane
                            G       D
All they will call you will be deportee

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My Father's own father, he waded that river 
                           G           D
They took all the money he made in his life
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My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees 
                                  G             D
And they rode the truck till they took down and died . . . Chorus

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Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
                              G            D
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
    G                     D
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
                                 G              D
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves . . . Chorus

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We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
                             G            D
We died in your valleys, and died on your plains
   G                              D
We died 'neath your trees, and we died in your bushes
                            G             D
Both sides of the river, we died just the same . . . Chorus

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The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
                             G             D
A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills
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Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
                    G             D
The radio says they are just deportees . . . Chorus

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Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
                            G             D
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
   G                          D
To fall like like dry leaves, to rot on my topsoil
                          G           D
And to be called no name, except deportee. . . . Chorus