The crops are all in and the lettuce is rotting The oranges are pilled in there Creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to that Mexican border To pay all
Woody Guthrie/Martin Hoffman The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning. The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps. They're flying them back
In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grill Standing in the fiberglass ruins, watching time stand still All your troubles you confess to another,
( Words by Woody Guthrie / Music by Martin Hoffman Live performance with Ellen Verdries, his mother ) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
Lyrics by Woody Guthrie Music by Martin Hoffman The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their cresote dumps They're
The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps They're flying you back to the mexico border To pay all your
(Woddy Guthrie/Martin Hoffman) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps You're flying them back to the mexican border To pay
In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grill Standing in the fibreglass ruins, watching time stand still All your troubles you confess to another
(Woody Guthrie - Martin Hoffman) The crops are all in And the peaches are rotting The oranges are stacked In their Creosote dumps They're flying them
The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying us back to the mexican border To pay all our money
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps They're flying 'em back to that Mexico border To take
The crops are all in And the peaches are rotting The oranges piled up In their creosote dumps You're flying 'em back To the Mexican border To spend all
The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning, The oranges piled in their creosote dumps; They're flying 'em back to the Mexican border To pay all
(M. Huffman, W. Guthrie) The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges are packed in the creosote dumps They're flying you back to the
Ya no es lo mismo tu tan lejos, Y yo deseando estar a tu lado, Hay un abismo un rio de llanto , Entre los dos y no se hasta cuando. Llegaron con la idea
(Woody Guthrie/Martin Hoffman) The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying us back to the
The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying us back to the Mexican border To pay all our money