and the peaches are rottening
Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita
Adios, mis amigos, Jesús y María
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be
come work in the fruit fields
Rode that truck till they went
600 miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers,
like outlaws, like thieves
when you ride the big airplane
For all they will call you will
The skyplane caught fire over
Who are all these dear friends
all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they are just deportees
we can raise our good archers?
we can grow our good crops?
Goodbye to my one, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees