Tom: Bb Bb Eb Bb The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting F Bb The oranges piled in their creosote dumps Eb Bb You're flying them back to the Mexican border F Bb To pay all their money, to wade back again Eb Bb Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita F Bb Adios mes amigos, Jesus and Maria Eb Bb You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane F Bb All they will call you will be deportee Eb Bb My Father's own father, he waded that river F Bb They took all the money he made in his life Eb Bb Six hundred miles to that Mexican border F Bb Eb F Bb They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves Eb Bb Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita F Bb Adios mes amigos, Jesus and Maria Eb Bb You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane F Bb All they will call you will be deportee Eb Bb The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon F Bb A fireball of lightning, and shook all our hills Eb Bb Who are all these friends, all are fallin' dry leaves? F Bb The radio says they are just deportees Eb Bb Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards? F Bb Is this the best way we can grow our good crops? Eb Bb To fall like like dry leaves and rot on my topsoil F Bb And to be called no name, except deportee Eb Bb Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye Rosalita F Bb Adios mes amigos, Jesus and Maria Eb Bb You won't have your names when you ride the big airplane F Bb All they will call you will be deportee