I like it    I don't like it

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting

The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps

Youre 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 wont have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee


Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted

Our work contracts out and we have to move on

But its 600 miles to that mexican border

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives


Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita

Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria

You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee


My fathers own father, waded that river

They took all the money he made in his life

My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees

They rode the truck til they took down and died


The airplane caught fire over los gatos canyon

A fireball of lightning 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

Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria

You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportee


No, all they will call you will be deportee

All they will call you will be deportee