Plane Wreck At Los Gatos (Deportee)

Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita

Adios, mi amigos, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee

The crops are all in and the peaches are rottening

The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps

They're flying them back to the Mexican border

To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita

Adios, mi amigos, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee

My father's own father, he waded that river

They took all the money he made in his life

Six hundred miles to the Mexico border

They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves

Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita

Adios, mi amigos, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee

The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon

A great ball of fire, it shook all the hills

Who are these friends who are falling like dry leaves?

The radio says they're just deportees

Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita

Adios, mi amigos, Jesus and Maria

You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee