and the peach trees are rotting
And the oranges are piled
Well, you're flying them back
to pay off their money to
Goodbye, mi amigo, Jesus and Maria.
when you fly the big air plane
And all they will call you is
My sisters and brothers came
And they rode in the truck
till they took down and died
Good -bye to you home, good -bye
Rosalita, good -bye mi amigo
when you fly the big airplane,
for all they will call you is just
Now some of us are illegal,
and we've got to move on.
600 miles to the Mexican border,
they chase us like outlaws,
like rustlers, like thieves.
when you ride the big air plane
And all they will call you is just
Well, we died in your hills,
and we died in your deserts,
and we died in your valleys,
and we died on your plains.
We died neath your trees,
and we died neath the bushes,
When you ride the big air plane
All day we'll call you a bee, deportee.
scattered like dry leaves?
Well, radio says he just deportees
we can grow our big orchards?
we can grow our good fruit?
when you ride the big air plane
Where all them call you will
