D G D The crops are all in and the peaches are rottenD A7 D The oranges are piled in their creosote dumpsG D You're flying them back to the Mexico BorderA7 D To pay all their money to wade back again CHORUS:G D Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye RosalitaA7 D Adios mes amigos, Jesus et MariaG D You won't have a name when you fly the big aeroplaneD A7 D 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 My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees And they rode the truck till they took down and died Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on Its 600 miles to that Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves The skyplane caught fire over las Gatos Canyon A fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills Who are these friends, all scattered like dry leaves The radio says they are just deportees We died in your hills and we died in your deserts We died in your valleys and died in your plains We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes Both sides of the river we died just the same Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit To fall like dry leaves to rot on the topsoil And be called by no name except deportees