Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos) Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
This next song [D]I'm going to sing is an old song,
not too old.
I sang it on the
Midnight
Special on that
NBC thing, and it never got on the air.
I never released it. I don't think it
was the song itself.
It was probably the introduction,
you know.
Well, before I sang the song, I said,
I was talking about little kids,
Because I got some.
And I was saying, must be strange to grow up
in this country and not know what a grape
looks like.
Doesn't [G]sound too [D]subversive,
right?
Doesn't mean nothing.
Kicked it off the air though.
The crops are all in, the [G]peaches are rot[D]ting,
the oranges are [Bm]piled in their [G]creosote dump.
[D]They're fly[G]in' you back to the
[D]Mexico [Bm]border
To [D]pay all your [Bm]money to [G]wait back [D]again
My father's own father,
he [G]waded that [D]river
They took all the [Bm]money he [G]made in his [D]life
My broth[G]ers and sisters come
work[D]ing the fruit [Bm]trees
And [D]they rode the [Bm]trucks till they
took [G]down and [D]died
Goodbye [G]to my
Juan, good[D]bye
Rosalita
Adi[A]os mi amigo,
Jesus [D]de
Maria
You [G]won't have a name when
you [D]ride the big air[Bm]plane
And all [D]they will [Bm]call you
will [G]be de[D]portees
Some of us are illegal and
[G]others not [D]wanted
Our work contract's [Bm]out
and we have [G]to move [D]on
Six [G]hundred miles to the
Mex[D]ico [Bm]border
They chase [D]us like out[Bm]laws,
like [G]rustlers and [D]thieves
We've died in your hills and we've
died [G]on your [D]deserts
We've died in your val[Bm]leys,
we've died [G]on your [D]plains
We've died [G]in your trees and
we've died [D]in your bushes
[Bm]Both [D]sides of the [Bm]river,
we've died [G]just the [D]same
Goodbye [G]to my
Juan, good[D]bye
Rosalita
Adi[A]os, mi amigos, es[D]us y
Maria
You [G]won't have a name when
you [D]ride the big [Bm]airplane
And [D]all they will [Bm]call you
will [G]be de[D]portees
The sky plane caught fire over
Los
[G]Gatos
[D]Canyon
Like a fireball of light[Bm]ning,
it [G]shook all our [D]hills
And [G]who are these friends, oh,
[D]scattered like dried [Bm]leaves
The [D]radio [Bm]says they are just [G]de [D]portees
Is this the best way we can
grow [G]our [D]big orchards?
Is this the best way we can
[Bm]grow [G]our [D]good fruit?
[G]To fold like dry leaves and
[D]to rot on your top[Bm]soil
And [D]be known by no [Bm]name
except [G]deportees[D]
Goodbye [G]to my
Juan, good[D]bye
Rosalita, adi[A]os mi amigo
Jesus [D]y
Maria, you [G]won't have a name when you [D]ride the big air[Bm]plane,
and [D]all they will call [Bm]you will [G]be dep[D]ortees.[Bm][D]
applause
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