Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
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{title: Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)}
{artist: Woody Guthrie}
{key: G}

[G] [C] [G]

{comment: Verse 1}
[G]The crops are all in and the [C]peaches are [G]rotting
The oranges are piled in the [C]creosote [G]dumps
They're [C]flying you back to the [G]Mexican [Em]border
To [G]pay all your money and [C]wade back a[G]gain

{comment: Verse 2}
[G]My father's own father, he [C]waded that [G]river
They took all the money he [C]made in his [G]life
My [C]brothers and sisters came [G]working the fruit [Em]trees
They [G]rode on their truck till they [C]lay down and [G]die

{start_of_chorus}
Good[C]bye to my Juan, good[G]bye Rosalita
A[D7]dios mis amigos, [G]Jesus y Ma[G7]ria
You [C]won't have a name when you [G]ride the big [Em]airplane
All [G]all they will call you will [C]be depor[G]tees
{end_of_chorus}

{comment: Verse 3}
[G]Some of us are illegal, and [C]others not [G]wanted
Our work contract's out and we [C]got to move [G]on
It's [C]six hundred miles to that [G]Mexican [Em]border
They [G]chase us like outlaws, like [C]rustlers, like [G]thieves

{comment: Verse 4}
[G]We died on your hills and we [C]died on your [G]deserts
We died in your valleys we [C]died on your [G]plains
We've [C]died 'neath your trees and we've [G]died in your [Em]bushes
[G]Both sides of that river we've [C]died just the [G]same

{start_of_chorus}
Good[C]bye to my Juan, good[G]bye Rosalita
A[D7]dios mis amigos, [G]Jesus y Ma[G7]ria
You [C]won't have a name when you [G]ride the big [Em]airplane
All [G]all they will call you will [C]be depor[G]tees
{end_of_chorus}

{comment: Guitar Solo}
[G] [C] [G]

{comment: Verse 5}
[G]The skyplane caught fire over [C]Los Gatos [G]Canyon
A fireball of lightning, and it [C]shook all our [G]hills
Who [C]are these chicanos that [G]scattered like dry [Em]leaves
The [G]radio tells they're [C]just depor[G]tees

{comment: Verse 6}
[G]Is this the best way we can [C]grow our good [G]orchards
Is this the best way we can [C]grow our good [G]fruit
To [C]fall like dry leaves and [G]rot on the [Em]top soil
And [G]be called by no name ex[C]cept "depor[G]tee"

{start_of_chorus}
Good[C]bye to my Juan, good[G]bye Rosalita
A[D7]dios mis amigos, [G]Jesus y Ma[G7]ria
You [C]won't have a name when you [G]ride the big [Em]airplane
All [G]all they will call you will [C]be depor[G]tees
{end_of_chorus}