The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
  The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
  You're flying them back to the mexican border
  To pay all their money to wade back again
  Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
  Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria
  You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
  All they will call you will be deportee
  
  Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted
  Our work contract's out and we have to move on
  But it's 600 miles to that mexican border
  They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives
  
  Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
  Adios mis a-mi-gos, 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, waded that river
  They took all the money he made in his life
  My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees
  They rode the truck til' they took down and died
  
  The airplane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
  A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
  Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
  The radio said they were just deportees
  
  Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
  Adios mis a-mi-gos, Jesus and Maria
  You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
  All they will call you will be deportee
  
  No, all they will call you will be deportee
  All they will call you will be deportee