Lyrics
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled and they're Creole so drunk
They're flying them back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money and weigh it by the heap
My father's own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
The brothers and sisters a-working the fruit trees
That rode in the truck and took down and died
Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees
Some of us are illegal, some of us ain't wanted
Our work contract's out, we got to move on
It's six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They treat us like rustlers, I got a long night to please
The sky plane went down over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning rumbled the hills
And who are these friends scattered like dry leaves?
The radio man says they're just deportees
Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchard?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like the dry leaves and to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name but just deportees
We die on your hills, we die in your deserts
We die in your valleys, we die in your streams
We die 'neath your trees and we die on your plains
On both sides of the river, we die just the same
Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees
And all they will call you will be deportees