Deportee

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