"Deportee" lyrics - GENE CLARK

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
Your flying 'em back to the Mexican border
To spend all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to Juan goodbye Roseleta
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and 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 others not wanted
Our work contracts out and we've got to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws like rustlers like thieves

Goodbye to Juan :

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends who are scattered like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees

Goodbye to Juan :