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