Deportee - The Byrds

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting

The oranges piled up in their creosote dumps

You’re flying 'em back to the Mexican border

To spend all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria

You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be «deportees»

Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted

Our work contracts up and we have to move on 600 miles to that Mexican border

They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria

You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be «deportees»

The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon

A fireball of lightning, shook all our hills

Who are all these friends who are scattered like dry leaves

The radio said they were just «deportees»

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria

You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be «deportees»