The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting

The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps

You're flying them back to the mexican border

To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria

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

All they will call you will be deportee



Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted

Our work contract's out and we have to move on

But it's 600 miles to that mexican border

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives



Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria

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

All they will call you will be deportee



My father's own father, waded that river

They took all the money he made in his life

My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees

They rode the truck til' they took down and died



The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon

A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills

Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves

The radio said they were just deportees



Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria

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

All they will call you will be deportee



No, all they will call you will be deportee

All they will call you will be deportee