A7 D G

[Verse 1]
D                         G           D
The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting
D                              A7       D
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
        G                       D
They're flying you back to the Mexico border
D                         A7        D
To pay all your money, to wade back again

D                          G          D
My Father's own father, he waded that river
D                          A7          D
They took all the money he made in his life
G                            D
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees
D                             A7            D
They rode the truck till they took down and died

[Chorus]
G                   D
Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
A7                D
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
G                              D
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
D                           A7      D
All they will call you will be deportees

[Verse 2]
D                           G            D
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
D                          A7              D
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
G                         D
Six hundred miles to the Mexico border
D                           A7             D
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves
D                         G            D
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts
D                            A7           D
We died in your valleys, and died on your plains
G                                 D
We died 'neath your trees, and we died in your bushes
D                           A7        D
Both sides of the river, we died just the same

[Chorus]
G                   D
Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
A7                D
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
G                              D
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
D                           A7      D
All they will call you will be deportees

[Verse 3]
D                              G         D
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon
D                            A7
A fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills
G                      D                D
Who are these friends, all scattered like dry leaves?
D                       A7   D
The radio says they are just deportees
D                           G            D
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
D                           A7            D
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
G                             D
To fall like like dry leaves, to rot on my topsoil
D                         A7     D
And to be called no name, except deportee.

[Chorus]
G                   D
Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita
A7                D
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
G                              D
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
D                           A7      D
All they will call you will be deportees