in their creosote tunnels.
My brothers and sisters came
till they took down and died
Goodbye to my one goodbye
mi chanijo, es susi Maria
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
But it's six hundred miles
They chase us like outlaws,
and we've died in your deserts
We've died in your valleys
We've died beneath your trees
and we've died in your bushes
Both sides of the river are
Goodbye to my one goodbye
Rosalita, adios, mis amores
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Like a fireball of lightning
And who are these friends
all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they're just deportees
we can grow our big orchards?
we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dried leaves
Goodbye to my one, goodbye
Adios, mis amigos, y susi Maria
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be
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