The crops are all in, they need us no longer The oranges are stacked in their creosote dumps They're driving us back to the Mexican border It takes all our money to go back again
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane All they will call you will be "deportee"
My father's own father did wade that river You took all the money he made in his life The sisters and brothers they worked in your fruit field They rode in your trucks till they lay down and died
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane All they will call you will be "deportee"
Some of us are illegal and all are not wanted Our work contracts sold and we must move on The six hundred miles to the Mexican border You drive us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e 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 o'er the Los Gatos valley Like a fireball of lightning it plunged to the ground Who are those friends lying round like dead leaves? The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane All they will call you will be "deportee"
We died in your hills and we died in your valleys We died on your mountains and died on your plains We died 'neath your trees and we died 'neath your bushes Both sides of the border we died just the same
Goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita Adios mes amigos, Jesus e Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane All they will call you will be "deportees"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
