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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