The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting, The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps; They're flying 'em back to the Mexico border To pay all their money to wade back again 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" (Lyrics to “Deportee”by Woody Guthrie A report with staggering numbers was released on February 1, 2013.  It reported that between the …Read More