Just Deportees

In the wake of the dishrag Supreme Court’s capitulation with trump’s mass deportations, which deprive immigrants of their human rights and their Constitutional rights. . . consider this old Woody Guthrie song from the 1960’s, sung here by his son Arlo: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kVwp1NTacpo&list=RD_zWgfzGq5g0&index=7

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria; You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane,
All they will call you will be "deportees" Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's out and we have to move on;
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves. Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? 
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? 
To fall like dry leaves to rot on my topsoil
And be called by no name except "deportees"? King of Soul