The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are packed in their crates so dull
You're flyin' 'em back to the Mexican border
To spend all their money to wade back again
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Goodbye to my woman
Goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportees
Some of us are illegal and others not wanted
Our work contract's out and we've got to move on
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
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The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends who are scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees
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