Plane Wreck At Los Gatos by Woody Guthrie The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the Mexican border To pay all their money, to wade back again Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Roalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus and Maria You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportee The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the Mexican border To pay all their money, 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 truck till they took down and died. The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the Mexican border To pay all their money, to wade back again Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted Our work contracts out and we have to move on Six hundred miles to the Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the Mexican border To pay all their money, to wade back again We died inyour 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 The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the Mexican border To pay all their money, to wade back again The skiy plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they are just deportees The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the Mexican border To pay all their money, to wade back again Is this the best way we can grow our orchards? Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like like dry leaves, to rot on my topsoil And to be called no names, except deportess | 
