Tablature deportee - The Byrds

          



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  From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu>

  

  DEPORTEE (PLANE WRECK AT LOS GATOS)- The Byrds

  

  D                              G           D

  The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting

                                   A7       D       D7

  The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps

          G                         D

  You're flying them back to the Mexican border

                                A7         D    D7

  To spend all their money, to wade back again

  

  CHORUS:

       G                    D

  Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita

     A7                D      D7        

  Adios mes amigos, Jesus y Maria

       G                           D 

  You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

                                  A7      D

  And all they will call you will be deportee

  

  Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted

  Our work contracts out and we've got to move on

  Six hundred miles to that Mexican border

  They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves...CHORUS

  

  The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon

  A fireball of lightning, that shook all our hills

  Who are all these friends who are scattered like dry leaves?

  The radio said they were just deportees...CHORUS TWICE

  

  

  EXTRA VERSES:

  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 truck till they took down and died ...CHORUS

  

  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

  

  

  

  NOTE: I got most of this from the lyrics archives under Woody Guthrie.  

  It is a Guthrie song, but I figure Byrds fans might like it too.  The 

  Byrds only sang the first three verses, but I thought I'd include all the 

  ones in Guthrie's version.

  

  (from The Ballad of Easy Rider, 1969)

  (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)

  

  

   


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 Deportee, de The byrds 

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