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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