Crops are all in
and the peach trees are rotting
And the oranges are piled
in the crystal dumps
Well, you're flying them back
to the Mexican border
to pay off their money to
wait back again.
Goodbye to you, Juan,
and goodbye, Rosalita.
Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name
when you fly the big airplane
And all they will call you is
just deportee
My father's own father,
he waded that river
Well, took all the money
that he made in his life
My sisters and brothers came
workin' the fruit tree
And they rode in the truck
till they took down and died
Good -bye to you home, good -bye
Rosalita, good -bye mi amigo
Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name
when you fly the big airplane,
for all they will call you is just
Now some of us are illegal,
and some are not wanted.
Our contract's out,
and we've got to move on.
600 miles to the Mexican border,
they chase us like outlaws,
like rustlers, like thieves.
Goodbye to you Juan
and goodbye Rosalita.
Good -bye, oh, mi amigo
Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you is just
deportee
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 the bushes,
both sides of the river.
We died just the same
Goodbye to you, Juan
Goodbye, Rosalita
Goodbye, mi amigo
Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name
When you ride the big airplane
All day we'll call you a bee, deportee.
The skyplane caught fire
over Los Gatos Canyon.
A fireball of lightning
shook all our hills.
Who are all those people
scattered like dry leaves?
Well, radio says he 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
And be called by no name
except for tea
Goodbye to you and
goodbye Rosalita
Goodbye mi amigo
Jesus and Maria
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
Where all them call you will
be deportees