[Verse]
The crops are all in, the peaches are gathered,
The oranges are piled in the creosote bins,
They're flying them back to the Mexican border,
It will take all their money to get back again.

[Chorus]
So, goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria,
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane,
All they will call you will be deportees.

[Verse]
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon,
The fireball lit up and it shook the hills round,
Who were all these friends, who were scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says, "They are just deportees."

[Chorus]
So, goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria,
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane,
All they will call you will be deportees.

[Verse]
Is this the best way to till our good orchards?
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To lie on the ground and to rot neath this topsoil,
And never know no name except deportees.

[Chorus]
So, goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria,
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane,
All they will call you will be deportees.

[Verse]
Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted,
Our work contract's finished we've got to move on,
It's six hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.

[Chorus]
So, goodbye to my friends, goodbye Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria,
You won't have a name when you ride the big aeroplane,
All they will call you will be deportees,
All they will call you will be deportees.