Judy Collins - Deportee Plane Wreck At Los Gatos

      Judy Collins - Deportee/Plane Wreck At Los Gatos


CAPO: 3rd Fret



[Intro]
G  C  D  G

[Verse 1]
                             C           G
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
                                D        G
The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
        C                       G
They're flying them back to the Mexican border
                            D          G
It takes all their money to wade back again


[Chorus]
C                       G
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
      D         G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria
    C                          G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
                            D        G    C  D  G
All they will call you will be 'Deportee'


[Verse 2]
                           C          D
My father's own father, he waded that river
                           D           G
They took all the money he made in his life
   C                         G
My sisters and brothers come work in the fruit trees
                          D             G
Rode that truck till they went down and died


[Verse 3]
                           C          G
Some of us are illegal and others not wanted
                               D            G
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
C                        G
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
                                  D             G
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves


[Chorus]
C                       G
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
      D         G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria
    C                          G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
                            D        G    C  D  G
All they will call you will be 'Deportee'


[Verse 4]
                               C         G
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
                           D             G
A fireball of thunder that shook all the hills
        C                       G
Who are all these dear friends, scattered like dry leaves
                          D           G
The radio says, "They are just deportees"


[Verse 5]
                            C              G
Is this the best way we can raise our good orchards?
                            D             G
Is this the best way we can grow our good crops?
   C                        G
To die and be scattered, to rot on my topsoil
                           D          G
And be called by no name except "Deportees"?


[Chorus]
C                       G
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
      D         G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria
    C                          G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
                            D        G    C  D  G
All they will call you will be 'Deportee'