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Artist: Arlo Guthrie
Based on the version on Arlo Guthrie's self titled album but simplified
to make it suitable for novices like me.
YouTube (https://youtu.be/_HCueUbLIAU)
Spotify (https://open.spotify.com/track/49i5sYd1CLsGbHHwPdzBSm)
[Chords]
[Verse 1]
The crops are all in the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again
My Father's own father he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
They rode the truck till they took down and died
[Chorus]
Goodbye to my Juan good-bye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
[Verse 2]
Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexico border
They chase us like outlaws like rustlers like thieves
We died in your hills we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river we died just the same
[Chorus]
Goodbye to my Juan good-bye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
[Verse 3]
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning it shook all our hills
Who are these friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And to be called no name except deportee.
[Chorus]
Goodbye to my Juan good-bye Rosalita
Adios mi amigos Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees