and the peach trees are rotting
And the oranges are piled
Well, you're flying them back
to pay off their money to
Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria.
when you fly the big airplane
And all they will call you is
Well, they took all the money
My sisters and brothers came
And they rode in the truck
till they took down and died
Good -bye to you home, good -bye
Rosalita, good -bye mi amigo
when you fly the big airplane,
For all they will call you is just a deportee
Now some of us are illegal
600 miles to the Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws,
like rustlers, like thieves
Goodbye to you and goodbye
Oh, you won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you is
Well, we died in your hills
and we died in your deserts
And we died in your valleys,
and we died on your plain
We died neath your trees,
and we died neath the bushes
Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
A fireball of lightning shook all our hills
scattered like dry leaves?
Well, radio says you're just deportees
we can grow our big orchards?
we can grow our good fruit?
Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesús and Maria
when you ride the big airplane
For all them who call you,