Lyrics:

The crops are all in and the peaches are gathered
Oranges packed in their creosote bins
They're flying them back to the Mexican border
'Twill take all their money to get back again
So farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesusse, Maria
You won't have a name when you fly the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportees
The sky flamed caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
The fireball lit up and it shook the hills 'round
Oh, who are those friends who are scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they were just deportees
So farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesusse, Maria
You won't have a name when you fly the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportees
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 the topsoil
And never know no name except deportees
So farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesusse, Maria
You won't have a name when you fly the big aeroplane
All they will call you will be deportees
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 the Mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves
So farewell to my friends, goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos, Jesusse, 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