Irish Songs With Easy Chords & Lyrics
Deportees
| D | G | D |
The | crops are all in and the | peaches are | rotting |
| A7 | D |
The oranges are filed in their | creosote | dumps |
| G | D |
They're | flying 'em back to the | Mexico border |
| A7 |
To take all their money to | wade back again |
G | D |
Goodbye to my Juan, farewell | Roselita |
A7 | D |
Adios mis amigos, | Jesus y Maria |
| G | D |
You | won't have a name when you | ride the big airplane |
| A7 | D |
All they will call you will | be depor | tees |
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 Mexico border
And they chased them like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
The great ball of fire it shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends who are falling like dry leaves?
Radio said, "They are 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 out topsoil
And be known by no names except "deportees"
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