Deportee (Plane Wreck at Los Gatos)

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting

The oranges piled up in their creosote dumps

You're flying 'em back to the Mexican border

To spend all their money to wade back again

Good bye to my Juan, goodbye 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 "deportees"

Some of us are illegal and others not wanted

Our work contract's up and we have to move on

Six hundred miles to that Mexican border

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves

Good bye to my Juan, goodbye 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 "deportees"

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon

A fireball of lightning shook all our hills

Who are all these friends who are scattered like dried leaves?

The radio said they were just "deportees"

Good bye to my Juan, goodbye 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 "deportees"

Good bye to my Juan, goodbye 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 "deportees"