They're flyin' us back to
Pay all our money just to
Con tracts out, we have to move on
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
when you ride the big air plane
All they will call you, Deep Deportee
Fireball of lightning that shook all the hills
Who are these friends now
scattered like dry leaves?
We died neath your trees,
Adi os mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
when you ride the big air plane
All they will call you will be deportee
we can grow our big orchards?
we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves and
at the dead hour of night
She rose from her blanket
She said, on out, all of you cow boys
Come on out and fight for
Adios mi amigos, Jesus and Maria
when you ride the big air plane
All they will call you will be deportee
All they will call you will be deportee
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