The crops are all in the peaches are rotting

The oranges piled in their creosote dumps

They're flying us back to the mexican border

To pay all our money just to wade back again

Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted

Our work contract's out and it's time to move on

600 miles to that mexican border

They chase us like outlaws like thieves on the run

Goodbye to my juan goodbye rosalita

Adios mis amigos jesus y maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee

The sky plane caught fire over los gatos canyon

A fireball of lightning that shook all the hills

Who are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves

The radio says they are just deportees

Goodbye to my juan goodbye rosalita

Adios mis amigos jesus y maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee

We died in your hills we died in your deserts

We died in your valleys and we died on your plains

We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes

Both sides of the river we died just the same

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 to rot on the topsoil

And be called by no name except

Deportees

Goodbye to my juan goodbye rosalita

Adios mis amigos jesus y maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee