"Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita.
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane.
All they will call you will be deportees.
"Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted.
Our work contract's out and we have to move on,
but it's six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves."
---"Deportees"---Woodie Guthrie and Martin Hoffman
We miss you Francisco! You are in our hearts! If you hear from him let us know!
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