The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting   The oranges piled in their creosote dumps   They're flying us back to the mexican border   To pay all our money just to wade back again      Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted   Our work contract's out and we have to move on   600 miles to that mexican border   They chase us like outlaws, like thieves on the run      Chorus   Goodbye to my juan, good-bye rosalita   Adios mis amigos, jesus y maria   You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane   All they will call you will be deportee      The sky plane caught fire over los gatos canyon   A fireball of lightning that shook all the hills   Who are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves?    The radio says they are just deportees      Chorus      We died in your hills, we died in your deserts   We died in your valleys and we died on 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 and to rot on the topsoil   And be called by no name except   Deportees?       Chorus