Lyrics by Woody Guthrie
Music by Martin Hoffman
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again
My father's own father, he wanted 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 truck till they took down and died
CHORUS
Good-bye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maris
You won't have a name when you ride the big air-plane
And all they will call you will be deportees.
Some of us are illega, and others not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives.
We died in your hills, 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.
CHORUS
A sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills
Who are all 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 to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except deportees?Punctured lung
I never fret
this time I'm suffocating
I've had enough now
too numb, there's no resisting
becoming one with all your failure
no coming back now
this bridge has been burned
crush, cut the chord, tear away
for I will never be the same
crush, breaks my bone, violence show
rejection threw it all away
consume the fight in me
suspend reality
if this stops the room from spinning
repressed identity
escape reality
you killed the cause
this keeps remaining
live through the loss now
redeem your helping ?
recycled thoughts
becomes (?)
? outgrows you
becomes it's only truth
stop, since you're wrong, the way you think
and I will never understand
fake, from black bones, weakness show
you lost it, threw it all away
consume the fight in me
suspend reality
if this stops the room from spinning
repressed identity
escape reality
if this stops the room from spinning
punctured my lung
punctured my lung
punctured lung
I've never felt
your emptiness
it makes me sick now
pause that sound
when your reason
come all down
with your failure
crush, cut the chord, tear away
for I will never be the same
crush, breaks my bone, violence show
rejection threw it all away
consume the fight in me
suspend reality
if this stops the room from spinning
repressed identity
escape reality
if this stops the room from spinning
how could you live with yourself