The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled and their creosote dumps
They're flyin' em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
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 through trees
They rode in the truck and took down and died
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal, and some ain't wanted
Our work contract's out, we got to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They treat us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
The sky-plane went down over Los Gatos Canyon
The fireball of lightning rumbled the hills
And who are these friends scattered like dry leaves?
Radio man says they're just deportees
Goodbye to Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchard?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like the dry leaves and to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name but just deportees
We die in your hills, we die in your deserts
We die in your valleys, we die in your streams
We die neath your trees, and we die on your plains
On both sides of the river, we die just the same
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Joe Ely - Deportee (feat. Ryan Bingham) Lyrics
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The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges piled and their creosote dumps
They're flyin' em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
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 through trees
They rode in the truck and took down and died
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal, and some ain't wanted
Our work contract's out, we got to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They treat us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
The sky-plane went down over Los Gatos Canyon
The fireball of lightning rumbled the hills
And who are these friends scattered like dry leaves?
Radio man says they're just deportees
Goodbye to Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchard?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like the dry leaves and to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name but just deportees
We die in your hills, we die in your deserts
We die in your valleys, we die in your streams
We die neath your trees, and we die on your plains
On both sides of the river, we die just the same
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
The oranges piled and their creosote dumps
They're flyin' em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
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 through trees
They rode in the truck and took down and died
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal, and some ain't wanted
Our work contract's out, we got to move on
Six hundred miles to the Mexican border
They treat us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
The sky-plane went down over Los Gatos Canyon
The fireball of lightning rumbled the hills
And who are these friends scattered like dry leaves?
Radio man says they're just deportees
Goodbye to Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchard?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like the dry leaves and to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name but just deportees
We die in your hills, we die in your deserts
We die in your valleys, we die in your streams
We die neath your trees, and we die on your plains
On both sides of the river, we die just the same
Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesús y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Writer: MARTIN HOFFMAN, WOODY GUTHRIE
Copyright: Lyrics © T.R.O. INC.
Copyright: Lyrics © T.R.O. INC.