The the
crops are all in and the beaches are rotten
The oranges are fighting
their creed so don't
I'm flying back to the
Mexican border
Take all that money to
wade back again
Goodbye to my one, goodbye
Rosalina
Adios mis amigos,
de sus, de maria
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
All they'll call you will be deportee
I'm a father's own father,
he waited that rule
They took all the money
that he made in his life
Six hundred miles to the
Mexican border
He chased us like wrestlers, like outlaws,
like thieves
Good -bye to my one, good -bye,
Rosalie
Adios, mis, y, goces, su, si, maris
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees
Well, a skyplane caught fire over
Los
Gatos
Canyon
Great ball of fire, well,
it shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends who
are fallin' like dry leaves?
Radios said they are just deportees
Well, is this the best way we can
grow our big orchards?
Is this the best way we can
raise our good crops?
To fall like dried leaves
and rot on the topsoil
Be known by no name ex
cept for tea
Goodbye to my one goodbye,
Rosalie
Adios, mis amigos y sus amores
You won't have a name
when you ride the big airplane
All of
Macaulay will be faulty
You