Kingston Trio - Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) lyrics

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps They're flying them back to the Mexico border To take all their money to wade back again Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you is just deportee My father's own father, he waded that river They took all the money he made in his life It's six hundred miles to the Mexican border And they chased him like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A great ball of fire that shook all the hills Who are these friends who are falling like dry leaves? The radio said, "They're just deportees." Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? Is this the best way we can raise our good crops? To fall like dry leaves and rot on our topsoil And be known by no name except deportee Goodbye to my Juan, farewell Roselita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you is just deportee