[Verse]
The crops are all in and they need us no longer,
Oranges packed in their creosote bins,
They're flying us out to the Mexican border,
It will take all our money to get home again.

[Chorus]
So, farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosaria,
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 all are unwanted,
Our work pass has ended we have to move on,
But it's five hundred miles to that Mexican border,
They chase us like rustlers, like gypsies, like thieves.

[Chorus]
So, farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosaria,
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]
Our fathers before us, they came from Rosario,
They rode in your lorries, they rode in your trains,
Our sisters and brothers they worked in your orchards,
You drained them of youth like the blood in your veins

[Chorus]
So, farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosaria,
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 hit the hills ground,
Oh, who were all these friends, who were scattered like dry leaves?
Oh, the radio said, "They are just deportees."

[Chorus]
So, farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosaria,
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]
We died in your hills and we died in your valleys,
We died on your mountains and we died on your plains,
We died in your fields and we died in your orchards,
Both sides of your border, we died just the same.

[Chorus]
So, farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosaria,
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]
Oh, is this the best way to grow our good orchard?
Is this the best way to plant our good seed?
Just to lie on the ground and rot on my topsoil,
And never know no name except deportees.

[Chorus]
So, farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosaria,
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.