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I'm writing this here letter from aboard a DC8
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Heading into Angel town I hope it's not too late
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It rained in New York City
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Mr rock n roll couldn't stay
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The crowd was mad and we were had
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Chasing the sun back to L.A.
G Am G Am
Have breakfest with me mamma I hope they'll let us in
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Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunga Din
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Sitting backwards on this airplane is bound to make me sick
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Spend your life on a DC8
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Never get to bed settle down settle down
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Now we're over Kansas where the clouds are floating by
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The whole wide world looks back at me
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Just like a mushroom pie I wonder why
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Have breakfest with me mamma I hope they'll let us in
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Got a leather jacket on I know that it's a sin Gunja Din
From the " The Ballad Of Easy Rider" LP Columbia Records 1969
The Byrds Deportee written by Woodie Guthrie/M. Hoffman
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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
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The oranges are packed in their creosote green
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Your flying them back to the Mexican border
A7 D
To spend all their money to wade back again
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Goodbye to Juan goodbye Roseleta adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
A7 D
And all they will call you will be deportee
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Some of us are illegal and others not wanted
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Our work contracts out and we have to move on
G D
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
A D
They chase us like outlaws like rustlers and thieves
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Goodbye to Juan goodbye Roseleta adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
G D
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
A D
And all they will call you will be deportee
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The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
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A fireball of lightning it shook all our hills
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Who are all these firends who are scattered like dry leaves
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The radio said they were just deportees
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Goodbye to Juan goodbye Roseleta adios mis amigos Jesus and Maria
G D
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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And all they will call you will be deportee
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