paroles de chanson Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) - Highwaymen feat. Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings & Kris Kristofferson

The crops are all in and the peaches are rottin′
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
Adiós mi amigo, Jesús y María
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
Adiós mi amigo, Jesús y María
You won′t have a name when you ride the big airplane
And 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
Adiós mi amigo, Jesús y María
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
Adiós mi amigo, Jesús y María
You won′t have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be "deportee"