(Woody Guthrie - Martin Hoffman)      The crops are all in and the peaches are rottin'   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...