The crops are all in and the peaches are gathered.
Oranges packed in your creosote bins.
They're flying them down to the Mexican border.
It will take out your money to get home again.
So farewell to your friends, goodbye Rosalita.
Adios mis Amigos, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane.
All they will call you will be deportees.
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon.
The fireball lit up and it shook the hills round.
For who could our friends be scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said they were just deportees.
So farewell to your friends, goodbye Rosalita.
Adios mis Amigos, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane.
All they will call you will be deportees.
Is this the best way to till our good orchard.
Is this the best way to grow our new fruit.
To lie on the ground and roll 'neath the topsoil.
And never have no names except deportees.
So farewell to your friends, goodbye Rosalita.
Adios mis Amigos, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane.
All they will call you will be deportees.
Some of us are illegal but some are not wanted.
Our work contract is empty we have to move on.
It's five hundred miles to the Mexican border.
They'll chase us like rustlers, like gypsies, like thieves.
So farewell to your friends, goodbye Rosalita.
Adios mis Amigos, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane.
All they will call you will be deportees.
Our fathers before us, they came to Rosario.
They rode on your lorries, they rode on your trains.
Our sisters and brothers they worked in your orchards.
You drained them like youth like the blood in their veins.
So farewell to your friends, goodbye Rosalita.
Adios mis Amigos, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane.
All they will call you will be deportees.
We died in your hills and we died in your valleys.
We died in your deserts and we died in your plains.
We died in your trees and we died in your bushes.
Both sides of the valley, we died just the same.
So farewell to your friends, goodbye Rosalita.
Adios mis Amigos, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane.
All they will call you will be deportees.

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