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

[Chorus]
So, farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosalita,
Adios mis amigos, Jesus y Maria,
You won't have a name when you fly 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 struck the hills round,
Oh, who were those friends, who were scattered like dry leaves?
The radio said, "They are just deportees."

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

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

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