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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They're takin' us back to the Mexico border
To pay all our money to wade back again
My father's own father, waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters came working the fruit trees
And they took down that truck, til they took down and died
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Roselita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Some of us are illegal, some are not wanted
Our work contacts out and we have to move on
It's six hundred miles to the Mexico border
They chased them like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
Yeah we died in your hills, and we died valleys
We died in your mountains, we died on your planes
We 'neath your trees and we died 'neath your bushes
Both sides of your river, we died just the same
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Roselita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightening that shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends who are scattered like dry leaves?
Radio said, "They are just deportees"
Is this the best way we can grow our good orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on out topsoil
And be known by no names except "deportees"
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Roselita
Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
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