The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting The oranges piled up in their creosote dumps Youre flying em back to the Mexican border To spend all their money to wade back again Good bye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees Some of us are illegal and others not wanted Our work contracts up and we have to move on Six hundred miles to that Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves Good bye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning shook all our hills Who are all these friends who are scattered like dried leaves? The radio said they were just deportees Good bye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees Good bye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees
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