Lyrics
The crops are all in and the fruit balls are rott'ning,
The crops oranges are stacked in their creosote dumps;
They're flying me back to the old Mexican border
To pay all my money to walk back again
Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria;
I don't have a name when I ride this big airplane,
They just call me "one more deportee"
My father's own father, he waded this river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My sisters and brothers come up picking your fruit crops,
To water roger while trucks and all of us like flies
Some days are not legal, some days are not wanted,
My contract's gone so I have to move on;
More than six hundred miles you chase me, you chase me towards that border
We're some outlaws, or thieves or outlaws either one.
Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria;
I don't have a name when I ride this big airplane,
They just call me "one more deportee"
I fell dead in your hills, I fell dead in your valleys,
Fell dead on your deserts and sick on your plains.
You killed me in trees and you killed me in bushes,
On both sides of the rio, I died just the same.
Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria;
I don't have a name when I ride this big airplane,
They just call me "one more deportee"
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all your hills,
I see all my good friends, who are here just like dry leaves
The radio goes "Listen, just more deportees"
Is this the best way you can grow your big orchards?
Is this the best system to grow some good fruit?
To die in your air crate and fertilize your topsoil
And be called by no name except "one more deportee"?
Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria;
I don't have a name when I ride this big airplane,
They just call me "one more deportee"
The crops oranges are stacked in their creosote dumps;
They're flying me back to the old Mexican border
To pay all my money to walk back again
Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria;
I don't have a name when I ride this big airplane,
They just call me "one more deportee"
My father's own father, he waded this river,
They took all the money he made in his life;
My sisters and brothers come up picking your fruit crops,
To water roger while trucks and all of us like flies
Some days are not legal, some days are not wanted,
My contract's gone so I have to move on;
More than six hundred miles you chase me, you chase me towards that border
We're some outlaws, or thieves or outlaws either one.
Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria;
I don't have a name when I ride this big airplane,
They just call me "one more deportee"
I fell dead in your hills, I fell dead in your valleys,
Fell dead on your deserts and sick on your plains.
You killed me in trees and you killed me in bushes,
On both sides of the rio, I died just the same.
Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria;
I don't have a name when I ride this big airplane,
They just call me "one more deportee"
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
A fireball of lightning, and shook all your hills,
I see all my good friends, who are here just like dry leaves
The radio goes "Listen, just more deportees"
Is this the best way you can grow your big orchards?
Is this the best system to grow some good fruit?
To die in your air crate and fertilize your topsoil
And be called by no name except "one more deportee"?
Goodbye to you Juan, goodbye, Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus and Maria;
I don't have a name when I ride this big airplane,
They just call me "one more deportee"