Biography:
Richard Shindell (born 3 August 1960, Lakehurst, New Jersey) is an American folk singer. While dividing his time between Buenos Aires, Argentina, and New York's Hudson Valley, Shindell is a writer whose songs paint pictures, tell stories, and juxtapose ideas and images.
Shindell's songwriting often involves storytelling from a first-person point of view: for example, from an INS officer and illegal immigrant in "Fishing", to a World War II soldier in "Sparrows Point"
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Other songs:
- A Juggler Out In Traffic
- A Summer Wind A Cotton Dress
- A Tune For Nowhere
- Acadian Driftwood
- Are You Happy Now
- Arrowhead
- Beyond The Iron Gate
- Blue Divide
- By Now
- Castaway
- Darkness Darkness
- Deportee
- Easy Street
- Fishing
- Gethsemani Goodbye
- Gray Green
- I Saw My Youth Today
- Ill Be Here In The Morning
- Last Fare Of The Day
- Lawrence Ks
- May
- Money For Floods
- Northbound 35
- On A Sea Of Fleur
- Parasol Ants
- Reunion Hill
- Sing Me Back Home
- Smiling
- So Says The Whippoorwill
- Sparrows Point
- Spring
- State Of The Union
- Storms Are On The Ocean
- Summer Wind A Cotton Dress
- The Ballad Of Mary Magdalen
- The Courier
- The Kenworth Of My Dreams
- The Last Fare Of The Day
- The Next Best Western
- The Things That I Have Seen
- The Weather
- Transit
- Tv Light
- Waiting For The Storm
- Wisteria
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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
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The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
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They're flying 'em back to that Mexico border
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To take all their money to wade back a gain
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My father's own father, he waded that river
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They took all the money he made in his life
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My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
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They rode the big trucks till they lay down and died
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Good bye to my Juan, good bye Rosalita
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Adi os mis amigos, Je sus y Maria
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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And all they will call you will be depor tee
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Some of us are illegal, and all are not wanted
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Our work contract's out and we've got to move on
G D Bm
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
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They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
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We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
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We died in your armies, we died on your plains
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We died 'neath your trees and we died 'neath those bushes
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Both sides of that river, we died just the same
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The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
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Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills
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Who are all these friends, dying like dry leaves?
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The radio says they are just depor tees
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Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
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Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
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To fall like dry leaves and rot on my topsoil
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And be known by no name ex cept depor tee
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
G D
The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
G D Bm
They're flying 'em back to that Mexico border
D G D
To take all their money to wade back a gain
D G D
My father's own father, he waded that river
G D
They took all the money he made in his life
G D Bm
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
D G D
They rode the big trucks till they lay down and died
G D
Good bye to my Juan, good bye Rosalita
A D
Adi os mis amigos, Je sus y Maria
G D Bm
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
D G D
And all they will call you will be depor tee
D G D
Some of us are illegal, and all are not wanted
G D
Our work contract's out and we've got to move on
G D Bm
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
D G D
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
D G D
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
G D
We died in your armies, we died on your plains
G D Bm
We died 'neath your trees and we died 'neath those bushes
D G D
Both sides of that river, we died just the same
D G D
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
G D
Like a fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills
G D Bm
Who are all these friends, dying like dry leaves?
D G D
The radio says they are just depor tees
D G D
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
G D
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
G D Bm
To fall like dry leaves and rot on my topsoil
D G D
And be known by no name ex cept depor tee
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Richard van der (...)
Richard Walters
Richard Wright
Richard Wylie