(D)The crops are all in and the (G)peaches are (D)rotting The oranges are packed in their (G)creosote (D)dumps They're (G)flying 'em back to that (D)Mexico (Bm)border To (D)take all their money to (G)wade back a(D)gain My (D)father's own father, he (G)waded that (D)river They took all the money he (G)made in his (D) life My (G)brothers and sisters come (D)working the (Bm)fruit trees They (D)rode the big trucks till they (G)lay down and (D)died
CHORUS Good(G)bye to my Juan, good(D)bye Rosalita Adi(A)os mis amigos, Je(D)sus y Maria You (G)won't have a name when you (D)ride the big (Bm)airplane And (D)all they will call you will (G)be depor(D)tee (D)Some of us are illegal, and (G)all are not (D)wanted Our work contract's out and we've (G)got to move (D)on (G)Six hundred miles to that (D)Mexican (Bm)border They (D)chase us like outlaws, like (G)rustlers, like (D)thieves We (D)died in your hills, we (G)died in your (D)deserts We died in your armies, we (G)died on your (D)plains We (G)died 'neath your trees and we (D)died 'neath those (Bm)bushes Both (D)sides of that river, we (G)died just the (D)same CHORUS The (D)sky plane caught fire over (G)Los Gatos (D)Canyon Like a fireball of lightning, it (G)shook all our (D)hills Who (G)are all these friends, (D)dying like (Bm)dry leaves? The (D)radio says they are (G)just depor(D)tees Is (D)this the best way we can (G)grow our big (D)orchards? Is this the best way we can (G)grow our good (D)fruit? To (G)fall like dry leaves and (D)rot on my (Bm)topsoil And (D)be known by no name ex(G)cept depor(D)tee CHORUS