Ben Harper
180426271.gif

( Words by Woody Guthrie / Music by Martin Hoffman
Live performance with Ellen Verdries, his mother )

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps.
They're flying you back to the Mexico border,
To pay all your oranges to wade back again.

My father's own father, he waded that river,
They took all the money he made in his life.
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
And they rode the trucks till they took down and died.

Goodbye 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 some are not wanted,
When contract is out, we've got to move on.
Six hundred miles to the Mexico 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 died on your plains.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.

Goodbye 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".

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills,
Who are these 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 fall like dry leaves and rot on our topsoil,
To be known by no name except "deportees"?

Goodbye 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".
All they will call you will be "deportees".


Mirror lyrics:

All they will call you will be "deportees".
All they will call you will be "deportees".
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,

To be known by no name except "deportees"?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on our topsoil,
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?

The radio says, "They are just deportees".
Who are these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
A fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills,
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,

All they will call you will be "deportees".
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,

Both sides of the river, we died just the same.
We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes,
We died in your valleys and died on your plains.
We died in your hills, and we died in your deserts,

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.
Six hundred miles to the Mexico border,
When contract is out, we've got to move on.
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,

All they will call you will be "deportees".
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,

And they rode the trucks till they took down and died.
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
They took all the money he made in his life.
My father's own father, he waded that river,

To pay all your oranges to wade back again.
They're flying you back to the Mexico border,
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps.
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,

Live performance with Ellen Verdries, his mother )
( Words by Woody Guthrie / Music by Martin Hoffman


Relevant Tags:
1180426271.gif 80426271.gif 810426271.gif 280426271.gif 2180426271.gif 1280426271.gif q80426271.gif q180426271.gif 1q80426271.gif
1880426271.gif 10426271.gif 108426271.gif 190426271.gif 1980426271.gif 1890426271.gif 1u0426271.gif 1u80426271.gif 18u0426271.gif
1i0426271.gif 1i80426271.gif 18i0426271.gif 170426271.gif 1780426271.gif 1870426271.gif 1800426271.gif 18426271.gif 184026271.gif
18p426271.gif 18p0426271.gif 180p426271.gif 189426271.gif 1809426271.gif 18o426271.gif 18o0426271.gif 180o426271.gif 1804426271.gif
18026271.gif 180246271.gif 180526271.gif 1805426271.gif 1804526271.gif 180e26271.gif 180e426271.gif 1804e26271.gif 180r26271.gif
180r426271.gif 1804r26271.gif 180326271.gif 1803426271.gif 1804326271.gif 1804226271.gif 18046271.gif 180462271.gif 180436271.gif
1804236271.gif 1804q6271.gif 1804q26271.gif 18042q6271.gif 1804w6271.gif 1804w26271.gif 18042w6271.gif 180416271.gif 1804126271.gif
1804216271.gif 1804266271.gif 18042271.gif 180422671.gif 180427271.gif 1804276271.gif 1804267271.gif 18042t271.gif 18042t6271.gif
180426t271.gif 18042y271.gif 18042y6271.gif 180426y271.gif 180425271.gif 1804256271.gif 1804265271.gif 1804262271.gif 18042671.gif
180426721.gif 180426371.gif 1804263271.gif 1804262371.gif 180426q71.gif 180426q271.gif 1804262q71.gif 180426w71.gif 180426w271.gif
1804262w71.gif 180426171.gif



HOME
Popular Songs:
on fait l'amour

backlit

just like me

help stamp out loneliness

little secrets

monsters

goodbye

pennyroyal tea (solo acoustic 1993)

me and my gin

the fire burns forever

bad news

be yourself (and 5 other cliches)

something to hold on

half formed thoughts

lay down your sorrows

livin' for your lover

somewhere in the night

mas callado que la h

sweetheart tree

moonlight flower

(C) 2012 MirrorLyrics. All rights reserved. contact us