Goodbye Rosalita
Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria
You won't 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 contract's up
And we have to move on
600 miles to that Mexican border
They chase us like outlaws
Like rustlers, like thieves

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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 dried leaves
The radio said
They were just "deportees"

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