Deportee (Plane Wreck At Los Gatos)
Dolly Parton.
Album: 9 To 5 & Odd Jobs.
(Written by Woody Guthrie
inspired by a true event 
and a brilliant version.)

Intro: Bb Eb Cm7 Gdim7/F F
    Bb                       Eb          Bb
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,
Bb                             F        Bb
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps,
       Eb                      Bb
You're flying them back to the Mexican border,
Bb                        F         Bb
To pay all their money to wade back again.

Eb            F/Eb  Bb              Gm7
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita,
F                   Bb        Bb/D
Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria,
   Ebmaj7                      Bb           Gm
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
Bb/F                   F            Bb Eb Cm7 Eb/F F
All they will call you will be deportee.

Bb                         Eb                 Bb
Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted,
Bb                            F            Bb
Our work contracts out and we have to move on,
         Eb                        Bb
But it's 600 miles to that Mexican border,
Bb                               F              Bb
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.

Eb            F/Eb          Bb      Gm7
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita,
F                   Bb        Bb/D
Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria,
   Ebmaj7                      Bb/D         Gm7
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
Bb/F                   F            Bb Eb/Bb Cm7 Gdim7/F F
All they will call you will be deportee.

Bb                      Eb         Bb
My father's own father, waded that river,
Bb                         F           Bb
They took all the money he made in his life,
Eb              Bb
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
Bb                            F             Bb
They rode the truck til' they took down and died.

Bb                            Eb        Bb
The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon,
Bb                           F             Bb
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills,
Eb                             Bb
Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves,
Bb                       F             Cm7
The radio said they were just deportees.

Eb                      Bb
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita,
F                   Bb
Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria,
   Ebmaj7                      Bb               Gm7
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
Bb/F                   F            Gm  
All they will call you will be deportee,
Ebmaj7    Bb/F
Ah ah ah, woh, woh, 
                               F    Bb Eb Cm7 Eb/F F7 Bb
All they will call you will be deportee,