The crops are all in and the peaches are rottin'
The oranges are piled and 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 are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws like rustlers like thieves

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

My father's own father he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters come work in the fruit trees
They rode the truck till they took down and died
The airplane caught fire over Las Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightening 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
All they will call you will be deportee