| C | Csus/F | C | Csus/F | |
| I'm writing this here | letter from | aboard a | DC8 |
| C | Csus/F | C | Bb | F | C | |
| Heading into | Angel town I | hope it's not too | late |
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| It rained in New York | City |
| C | Csus/F | |
| Mr r | ock n roll couldn't | stay |
| C | Csus/F | |
| The | crowd was mad and | we were had |
| C | Bb | F | C | |
| Chasing the sun back to | L.A. |
| G | Am | G | Am | |
| Have b | reakfest with me | mamma I | hope they'll let us | in |
| G | Am | G | Bb | F | C | |
| Got a leather | jacket on I | know that it's a | sin | Gunga | Din |
| C | Csus/F | C | Csus/F | |
| Sitting backwards on this | airplane is | bound to make me | sick |
| C | Csus/F | |
| Spend your life on a | DC8 |
| C | Bb | F | C | |
| Never get to | bed settle | down settle | down |
| C | Csus/F | C | Csus/F | |
| Now we're over | Kansas where the | clouds are | floating by |
| C | Csus/F | |
| The | whole wide world looks | back at me |
| C | Bb | F | C | |
| Just | like a mushroom | pie I | wonder | why |
| G | Am | G | Am | |
| Have b | reakfest with me | mamma I | hope they'll let us | in |
| G | Am | G | Bb | F | C | |
| 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 |
| D | G | D | |
| The crops are all in and the | peaches are r | otting |
| D | A | D | D7 | |
| The oranges are packed in | their creosote g | reen |
| G | D | |
| Your | flying them back to the | Mexican border |
| A7 | D | |
| To spend all their money to | wade back a | gain |
| G | D | A7 | D | D7 | |
| Good | bye to Juan good | bye Roseleta | adios mis amigos J | esus and | Maria |
| G | D | |
| You | won't have a name when you | ride the big airplane |
| A7 | D | |
| And all they will call you will | be deport | ee |
| D | G | D | |
| Some of us are illegal and | others not | wanted |
| D | A | D | D7 | |
| Our work contracts out and we | have to move | on |
| G | D | |
| Six hundred miles to that | Mexican border |
| A | D | |
| They chase us like outlaws like | rustlers and | thieves |
| G | D | A7 | D | D7 | |
| G | oodbye to Juan g | oodbye Roseleta | adios mis amigos | Jesus and | Maria |
| G | D | |
| You | won't have a name when you | ride the big airplane |
| A | D | |
| And all they will call you will | be deport | ee |
| D | G | D | |
| The sky plane caught fire over | Los Gatos | canyon |
| D | A7 | D | |
| A fireball of lightning it | shook all our h | ills |
| G | D | |
| Who are all these firends who are | scattered like dry leaves |
| A7 | D | |
| The radio said they were | just depor | tees |
| G | D | A7 | D | D7 | |
| G | oodbye to Juan g | oodbye Roseleta | adios mis amigos | Jesus and M | aria |
| G | D | |
| You | won't have a name when you | ride the big airplane |
| A | D | |
| And all they will call you will | be deport | ee |
| From the "The Ballad Of Easy Rider" LP Columbia Records 1969 |