Bruce Springsteen - Deportee lyrics

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 they work in the fruit trees They rode the truck till they took down and died Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee" Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on Six hundred miles to the mexican border They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves. We died in your hills. we died on your deserts. We've died in your mountains, and died on your plains. We've died 'neath your trees, and we've died in your bushes. Both sides of the river, we've died just the same. Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee" The skyplane caught fire over los gatos canyon A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they were just deportees. Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil, And be known by no name except "deportee". Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane And all they will call you will be "deportee"