作词:John Pilla,Raphael Grinage,Stan Pratt,Terry Sullivan,Lee Herschberg,John Beland,Martin Hoffman,Judy Collins,Chris Ethridge,Garth Hudson,Bill Lee,Gib Guilbeau
作曲:Stan Pratt,Lee Herschberg,John Pilla,John Beland,Raphael Grinage,Martin Hoffman,Terry Sullivan,Judy Collins,Chris Ethridge,Garth Hudson,Bill Lee,Gib Guilbeau
歌词
歌曲名 Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos) [Recorded Live]
歌手名 Judy Collins
作词:Woody Guthrie+Bill Lee+Chris Ethridge+Garth Hudson+Gib Guilbeau+John Beland+John Pilla+Judy Collins+Lee Herschberg+Levon Helm+Martin Hoffman+Raphael Grinage+Richard Manuel+Rick Danko+Robbie Robertson+Ry Cooder+Ry Cooder+Stan Pratt+Terry Sullivan
作曲:Bill Lee+Chris Ethridge+Garth Hudson+Gib Guilbeau+John Beland+John Pilla+Judy Collins+Lee Herschberg+Levon Helm+Martin Hoffman+Raphael Grinage+Richard Manuel+Rick Danko+Robbie Robertson+Ry Cooder+Ry Cooder+Stan Pratt+Terry Sullivan
The crops are all in
And the peaches are rott'ning
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
It takes all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names
When you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
My father's own father he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My sisters
And brothers come working the fruit trees
They rode the truck
Till they went down and died
Some of us are illegal
And other are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws
Like rustlers like thieves
Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names
When you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning and shook all our hills
Who are all these dear friends
All 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
To dry be scard to rot on my topsoil
To be called by no name except deportees
Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have your names
When you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
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