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by Byrds





thanks to Tom Isenhour for the words
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The Byrds       Gunja Din        written by Gene Parsons

                     /              /
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