Chords for Jimmy LaFave - "Deportee" (eTown webisode 189)

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Hello, I'm Jimmy Lafay from Austin, Texas.
Yeah, first time at E-Town.
Long time listener, but first time on the show.
How does it feel?
Oh, it's great.
The house band's fantastic.
It's half the fun, just get up there with those guys.
[B] _ Happy 21st anniversary, E-Town.
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_ [A] _ _ _ [B] _ [A] Crops are all in, _ [D] hey the peaches are [A] rotting. _
[E] The oranges are pouting, _ and their cream is so dumb.
_ They're [D] flying back to the _ [A] old Mixie cotton boy,
[B] _ [A] to spend all their money, _ [D] just to wade back again.
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My father's own father, _ hey, [D] waded that river.
_ _ [E] He spent all the money he ever made in his life.
[A] _ And my [D] brothers and sisters, _ they [A] go work in those fruit trees.
Hey, they rode that truck, [E] till [D] they broke down and died.
[B] _ [D] Goodbye my Juan, _ _ goodbye Rosita.
_ _ [E] Adios, mis amigos.
_ [A] Hey, Susy Maria, _
[B] you [D] won't have an A, when [A] you ride the big airplane.
And all they will call you will [D] be, _ is [A] deportee.
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_ Hey, some of us are illegal, _ and [D] others not even [A] wanted.
They say [E] our contract's up, and [D] we've got to move on.
[A] _ And it's [D] 600 miles, _ [A] to that old Mixie cotton boy.
_ They chase us like our loved ones, [D] like wrestlers, [A] like thieves.
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_ _ _ _ Died in your hills, _ [D] we died in your [A] deserts.
Up in your [E] cold, cold mountains, _ _ [D] on your hot, dusty [A]
plains.
[D] Hey, we died near your trees, _ _ [A]
we died in the bushes.
_ Both sides of the river, [D] hey, we died just the [B] same.
[D] Goodbye my Juan, _ [A] goodbye Rosita.
_ _ [E] Adios, mis amigos.
_ [A] Hey, Susy Maria, _ [D] you won't have an A, _ [A] when you ride the big airplane.
And all they will call you [D] will be, _ is [A] deportee. _ _ _ _
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Skyplane caught fire, it's over [E] lost.
Ghetto's [A] canyon, [E] was a fire, full of lightning.
[A] It shook all our hills.
And who are [D] these sweet, sweet friends, [E] _
[A] that were scattered like dry [E] leaves.
Well, the radio man said, [A] hey, you [E] know they're just deportees.
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[B] _ [A] Is this the best [E] way, _ [D] we can grow our big orchards?
[A] Hey, [E] is this the best way, we [D] can grow our good fruit?
[A] _ To fall [D] like dry leaves, _ just [A] to rot on the topsoil.
And we know, by no name, [D] who except [B] deportees.
[D] Goodbye my Juan, _ [A] goodbye Rosita.
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Adios, mis amigos.
_ [D] Hey, Susy Maria, [B] you [D] won't have an A, when [A] you ride the big airplane.
And all they will call you [D] will be, _ is deportee.
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[A] And all they will [E] call you [D] will be, _ is [A] deportee. _ _
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