Текст песни Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) - The Byrds
The
crops
are
all
in
And
the
peaches
are
rotting
The
oranges
piled
up
In
their
creosote
dumps
You're
flying
'em
back
To
the
Mexican
border
To
spend
all
their
money
To
wade
back
again
{Chorus}:
Good
bye
to
my
Juan
Goodbye
Rosalita
Adios
mis
amigos
Jesus
y
Maria
You
won't
have
a
name
When
you
ride
the
big
airplane
All
they
will
call
you
Will
be
"deportees"
Some
of
us
are
illegal
And
others
not
wanted
Our
work
contract's
up
And
we
have
to
move
on
600
miles
to
that
Mexican
border
They
chase
us
like
outlaws
Like
rustlers,
like
thieves
{Chorus}
The
skyplane
caught
fire
Over
Los
Gatos
Canyon
A
fireball
of
lightning
Shook
all
our
hills
Who
are
all
these
friends
Who
are
scattered
like
dried
leaves
The
radio
said
They
were
just
"deportees"
{Chorus}
{Repeat}

1 Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)
2 Just Like A Woman
3 Glory, Glory
4 I Trust
5 I Wanna Grow Up To Be A Politician
6 Tiffany Queen
7 Bugler
8 Lazy Waters
9 Farther Along
10 Paths of Victory
11 Way Beyond the Sun
12 Oil in My Lamp - Alternate Version
13 I Know My Rider
14 Love That Never Dies
15 Triad
16 Pretty Polly
17 Lazy Days
18 Roll Over Beethoven (Live)
19 Everybody’s Been Burned
20 Lay Lady Lay (Alternate Version)
21 White's Lightning
22 Hey Joe
23 One Hundred Years From Now (alternate version)
24 Lover of the Bayou (alternate version)
25 Tulsa Country
26 Black Mountain Rag
27 Green Apple Quick Step
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