The crops are all in,
the peaches are rotting,
the oranges are piled
in their creosote tunnels.
They're flying you back
to the Mexican border
to pay all your money to
wait back again.
My father's own father
waded that river
They took all the money
that he made in his life
My brothers and sisters came
working the fruit trees
And they rode the trucks
till they took down and died
Goodbye to my one goodbye
Rosalit a, adios,
mi chanijo, es susi 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
and others not wanted
Our contract's out and
we have to move on
But it's six hundred miles
to the Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws,
wrestlers and thieves
We've died in your hills
and we've died in your deserts
We've died in your valleys
and died on your plains
We've died beneath your trees
and we've died in your bushes
Both sides of the river are
just the same
Goodbye to my one goodbye
Rosalita, adios, mis amores
Yesuse Maria
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
A skyplane caught fire
over Los Gatos Canyon
Like a fireball of lightning
shook all our hills
And who are these friends
all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they're just deportees
Is this the best way
we can grow our big orchards?
And is this the best way
we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dried leaves
and rot on the topsoil
And be known by no name
except the 14th
Goodbye to my one, goodbye
Rosalita
Adios, mis amigos, y susi Maria
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be
deportees