Текст песни Deportees - Billy Bragg

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piling their queer sore thumbs
Flying us back to the Mexican border
Spend all our money to wade back again

Father's own father he waded that river
Took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come work in the food trees
And they rode the trucks 'till the took down and died

Goodbye to my Juan
Goodbye Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane
And all they will call you will be deportees

Some of us are illegal and others not wanted
Our work on tracks out and we've got to move on
600 miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers like thieves
We died in your hills and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys and we died on your plains
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river and we died just the same

Goodbye to my Juan
Goodbye Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane
And all they will call you will be deportees

Sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
A fireball of lightening it shook all our hills
Who are these friends who are scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
Scattered like dry leaves and rot on your top soil
And be known by many except deportees

Goodby to my Juan
Goodbye Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you fly the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportees