Lyrics

The crops are all in And the peach trees are rotting The oranges are piled In their creosote dumps You're flying them back To the Mexican border To spend all their money To wade back again Goodbye to you Juan Goodbye Rosalita Goodbye mis amigo, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name When you fly the big airplane All they will call you is just "deportees" My father's own father, he waded that river Well it took all the money that he made in his life My sisters and brothers can work in the fruit trees And they road in the truck till they ???? and die Goodbye to you Juan Goodbye Rosalita Goodbye mi amigo, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name When you fly the big airplane All they will call you is just "deportees" Some of us are illegal And some not wanted Our work contract's up And we have to move on Six hundred miles to the Mexican border They chase us like outlaws Like rustlers, like thieves Goodbye to you Juan Goodbye Rosalita Goodbye mi amigo, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name When you fly the big airplane All they will call you is just "deportees" Well we died in your hills and we died in your deserts And we died in your valleys and we died on your plains We died neath your trees and we died neath your bushes Both sides of the river, we die just the same Goodbye to you Juan Goodbye Rosalita Goodbye mi amigo, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name When you fly the big airplane All they will call you is just "deportees" The skyplane caught fire Over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning Shook all our hills Who are all those people all scattered like dry leaves? The radio said they were just "deportees" 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 and rot on your topsoil Be called by no name except deportee Goodbye to you Juan Goodbye Rosalita Goodbye mi amigo, Jesus and Maria You won't have a name When you fly the big airplane All they will call you is just "deportees"