Deportee

(início)

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    The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
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    the oranges are packed in their creosote dumps.
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    They're flying 'me back to the Mexico border,
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    to pay all your money to wade back again.
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    My father's own father, he waded that river,
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    they took all the money he made in his life.
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    My brothers and sisters came workin' the fruit trees,
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   they rode the trucks 'till they laid down and died.
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Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita,
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adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
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and all they will call you will be "deportees."
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   Some of us are eager, and others not wanted,
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   a work contract's out, he he has to move on.
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    Six hundred miles to the Mexico border,
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    they chased us like outlaws, like wrestlers and thieves.
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    We died in your hills and we died on your deserts,
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    we died in your valleys, we died on your plains.
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    We died in your trees and we died in your bushes,
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   both sides of the river we died just the same.
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    The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
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    a fireball of lightnin' an' it shook all the hills.
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    Who are these comrades, they're dying like the dry leaves?
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    The radio  says, "They are just deportees."
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    Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
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    Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
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    To fall like the dry leaves and rot on your topsoil,
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    and be known by no name except "deportees."