The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting.
The oranges are stacked in their creosote dumps.
They're flying them back to that Mexico border,
to pay all their wages to wade back again.
Goodbye, Tijuana,
goodbye, Rosalita.
Adios, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
and all they will call you will be deportee.
My father's own father, he waded that river.
They took all the money he made in his life.
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees,
and they rode on the trucks till they
took down and died.
Goodbye, Tijuana,
goodbye, Rosalita.
Adios, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
and all they will call you will
be deportee.
Well, some are illegal and some are not wanted.
Our work contract's out and
we've got to move on.
Six hundred miles to that Mexico border.
They chase us like outlaws,
like rustlers, like thieves.
Goodbye, Tijuana,
goodbye, Rosalita.
Adios, mi amigo, Jesus
and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
and all they will call
you will be deportee.
We died in your hills and we died on your deserts.
We died in your valleys, we died on your plains.
We died neath your trees and we died in your bushes.
Both sides of that river, we died just the same.
Goodbye, Tijuana,
goodbye,
Rosalita.
Adios, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
and all they will call you will
be deportee.
The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon,
like a fireball of lightning,
and shook all our hills.
Who are all these friends,
all scattered like dry leaves?
The
radio says they are just deportees.
Goodbye, Tijuana,
goodbye, Rosalita.
Adios, mi amigo,
Jesus and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
and all they will call you
will be deportee.
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 rot on my topsoil,
and be known
by no name except deportee.
Goodbye, Tijuana,
goodbye,
Rosalita.
Adios, mi amigo, Jesus
and Maria.
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane,
and all they will call
you will be deportee.