LRC歌词

[ti:Deportees]
[ar:Arlo Guthrie]
[al:Arlo Guthrie]
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[00:00.00]Deportees - Arlo Guthrie
[00:05.62]The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
[00:11.73]The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps
[00:17.47]They're flying you back to the Mexico border
[00:22.79]To pay all your money to wade back again
[00:28.94]My father's own father he wanted that river
[00:35.33]They took all the money he made in his life
[00:41.22]My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
[00:46.70]And they rode the truck till they took down and died
[00:52.61]Good-bye to my Juan good-bye Rosalita
[00:57.72]Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maris
[01:02.75]You won't have a name when you ride the big air-plane
[01:08.11]And all they will call you will be deportees
[01:16.93]Some of us are illega and others not wanted
[01:23.11]Our work contract's out and we have to move on
[01:29.31]But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border
[01:34.12]They chase us like outlaws like rustlers like theives
[01:40.38]We died in your hills we died in your deserts
[01:46.68]We died in your valleys and died on your plains
[01:52.63]We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes
[01:57.59]Both sides of the river we died just the same
[02:03.92]Good-bye to my Juan good-bye Rosalita
[02:08.76]Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maris
[02:13.77]You won't have a name when you ride the big air-plane
[02:19.17]And all they will call you will be deportees
[02:27.98]A sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
[02:33.82]Like a fireball of lightning it shook all our hills
[02:40.31]Who are all these friends all scattered like dry leaves
[02:45.34]The radio says they are just deportees
[02:51.29]Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards
[02:57.77]Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
[03:03.61]To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
[03:08.87]And be called by no name except deportees
[03:14.86]Good-bye to my Juan good-bye Rosalita
[03:19.90]Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maris
[03:24.89]You won't have a name when you ride the big air-plane
[03:30.50]And all they will call you will be deportees

文本歌词


Deportees - Arlo Guthrie
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
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
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
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
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

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