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