The crops are all in and the peaches are rottin'
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The oranges are piled and their Creosote dumps
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You're flying them back to the Mexican border
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To pay all their money to wade back again
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Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita
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Adios mis-a-mi-gos Jesus and Maria
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You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
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All they will call you will be deportee
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Some of us are illegal and some are not wanted
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Our work contract's out and we have to move on
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But it's six hundred miles to that Mexican border
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They chase us like outlaws like rustlers like thieves
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Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita...
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My father's own father he waded that river
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They took all the money he made in his life
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My brothers and sisters come work in the fruit trees
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They rode the truck till they took down and died
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The airplane caught fire over Las Gatos Canyon
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A fireball of lightening that shook all our hills
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Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
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The radio said they were just deportees
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Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita...
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All they will call you will be deportee
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Deportee (plane Wreck At Lost Gatos)
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| Dolly Parton |
