Deportee (Live) - Bob Dylan

The crops are all in and the peaches are rott'ning

The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps

You're flyin' 'em back to the Mexican border

It takes all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan 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

My father's own father he waded that river

They took all the money he made in his life

My brothers and sisters come workin' the fruit fields

They rode that big truck till they took down and died

Goodbye to my Juan 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

The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon

A fireball of lightning and shook all our hills

Who are all these dear friends and dry like dry leaves

The radio tell's me

They are just deportees

We died in your hills and we died in your deserts

We died in your valleys we died on your plains

We died 'neath your trees and we died in your bushes

Both sides of the river we died just the same

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria

You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportees

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards

Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit

To die like the dry leaves to rot on my topsoil

And be on by no name except deportees

Goodbye to my Juan goodbye Rosalita

Adios mis amigos Jesus y Maria

You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane

All they will call you will be deportees