Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos From"The Highwaymen" sessions From The Highwaymen Sessions) - The Platters

Written by：W. Guthrie/M. Hoffman

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotten

The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps

They're flyin' them back to the Mexican border

To save all their money then wade back again

My father's own father he waded that river

Others before him had done just the same

They died in the hills and they died in the valleys

Some went to heaven without any name

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mi amigo Jesus y Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be Deportee

Some of us are illegal and others not wanted

Our work contract's out and we have to move on

Six hundred miles to the Mexican border

They chase us like rustlers like outlaws like thieves

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mi amigo Jesus y Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be Deportee

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon

A fireball of thunder it shook all the hills

Who are all of these dear friends scattered like dry leaves

The radio said they were just Deportees

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mi amigo Jesus y Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be Deportee

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mi amigo Jesus y Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be Deportee