Crops are all in and the
lettuce is rotting.
Oranges are piling their crystal dumps.
Taking them back to that
Mexican border.
Pay all their money and wait back again
Goodbye my one, goodbye Rosalina
Adios mis amigos, hey Zuzia Maria
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
All in good thought you will be
Deportees
My father's old father,
he waded that river
They took all the money
he made in his life
My brothers and sisters
came workin' the fruit trees
They rode the big trucks
till they laid down and died
Some of us are illegal,
and others are unwanted
Work contracts out and we have to move on
It's six hundred miles to
the Mexico border
They chase us like outlaws,
like rustlers, like thieves
Goodbye my one, goodbye
Rosalina, adios mis amigos, hey
Susie and Maria,
you won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane,
all that's left for you will be deportees.
The skyplane caught fire
over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning that
shook all the news
Who are these comrades
that die like the dry leaves
The radio tells me they're
just deportees
Goodbye my one, goodbye Rosalita
Adios, mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
I'll live with all you will be
You'll be fourteen
We died in your hills
and we died in your deserts
We died in your valleys,
we died on your plains
We died beneath your trees
and we died in your bushes
Both sides of the river,
we die just the same
Goodbye, my one, goodbye, Rosalina
Adios, mis amigos, hey, Tuesday Maria
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
Always before you will be
Is this the best way
we can grow our big orchards
Is this the best way
we can grow our good food?
To die like the dry leaves
that rot on my soft soil
And be known by no name
except for
Goodbye to my war, goodbye
Rosalina, adios mis amigos,
que sutile idea,
you won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane,
all they will call you will be deportee.
All they will call you will be,
D for Deans.