Peter, Paul And Mary - Deportee lyrics

The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting The oranges piled in their creosote dumps They're flying us back to the Mexican border To pay all our money just to wade back again Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted Our work contract's out and we have to move on 600 miles to that Mexican border They chase us like outlaws, like thieves on the run Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportee The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon A fireball of lightning that shook all the hills Who are these friends now all scattered like dry leaves? The radio says they are just deportees Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportee We died in your hills, we died in your deserts We died in your valleys and we died on your plains We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes Both sides of the river, we died just the same Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit? To fall like dry leaves and to rot on the topsoil And be called by no name except deportees? Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportee