Key: D major•
Verse 1
Very, very few songs that I do that are not
Irish.
But this one is one of the exceptions,
Woody
Guthrie about man's
inhumanity to man.
About the fruit pickers coming from
Mexico to pick the fruit in
California.
It's a beautiful song.
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It's called deportees
Oranges packed in their
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creosote bins
It will take all their money
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to get back again
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So farewell to my friends, goodbye
Rosalita
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Adios mis amigos, you're the same
Maria
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All they will call you will be deportees
The sky plane could fire over
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Los
Gabes
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Canyon
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The fireball lit up, it shook the hills round
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The radio said they were just deportees
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So farewell to my friends, goodbye
Rosalita
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Adios mis amigos, you're the same
Maria
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All they will call you will be deportees
Is this the best way we can
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grow our good fruit?
And never know no name
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except deportee
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So farewell to my friends, goodbye
Rosalito
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Adios, mis amigos, you're the same
Maria
Some of us were illegal and
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some were not wanted
Our work contracts finished,
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we've got to move on
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So farewell to my friends, goodbye
Rosalitas
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