The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
My father's own father, he waded that river
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Roselita
Some of us are illegal and others not wanted
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Roselita
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Roselita
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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the oranges are packed in their creosote dumps
They're flying them back to the Mexican border
to save all their money and wade back again
others before him have done just the same
They died in the hills and they died in the valleys
and some went to heaven without any name
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
our work contract's out and we have to move on
It's six hundred miles to the Mexican border
they chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
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
a fireball of thunder and it shook all the hills
Who are all of these dear friends, scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were "just deportees"
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
all they will call you will be deportee
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