Deportee by Old Crow Medicine Show
Key: GG | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Verse 1
G                             C            G
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning,
                              C       G
The oranges piled in their creosote dumps;
          C                     G
They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border
                           C          G
To pay all their money to wade back again
G                           C           G
My father's own father, he waded that river,
                            C           G
They took all the money he made in his life;
     C                        G
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
                                       C              G
And they rode on the trucks till they took down and died.
Chorus
     C                   G
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
   D                G
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
     C                              G
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
                            C         G
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Verse 2
G                            C            G
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
                                C            G
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
 C                         G        
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
                                   C              G
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
G                           C              G
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,
                              C             G
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
     C                            G
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
                             C              G
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.
Chorus
     C                   G
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
   D                G
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
     C                              G
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
                            C         G
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Verse 3
 G                              C         G  
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
                               C           G
A fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills,
     C                            G          
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
                           C         G
The radio says, "They are just deportees"
G                            C              G
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
                             C              G
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
     C                      G
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
                            C           G
And be called by no name except "deportees"? 
Chorus
     C                   G
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
   D                G
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
     C                              G
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
                            C         G
All they will call you will be "deportees"
Chorus
     C                   G
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
   D                G
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria;
     C                              G
You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
                            C         G
All they will call you will be "deportees"
                             C         G             G       C
Yes, all they will call you will be "deportees"