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1. The crops are all in, the peaches are roting, 
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   The oranges piled in their creosote dumps 
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   They´re flying us back to the Mexican border 
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   To pay all our money just to wade back again. 
    
2. Some off 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. 
    
R: Goodbye to Juan, goodbye Rosalita 
   Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria 
   You won’t have a name when you ride a big airplane 
   All they will callyou will be deportees 
    
3. The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon 
   A fireball of lightning  that shook all the hills 
   Where are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves? 
   The radio says they are just deportes. 
R:    
    
4. 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 
    
5. 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?