The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting,   
                                 A7       D       D7   
The oranges are packed in their creosote dumps.   
        G                         D   
They're flying them back to the Mexican border   
                              A7         D    D7   
To spend all their money, to wade back again.   
   

[Refrão]
     G                    D   
Goodbye to my Juan, good-bye, Rosalita,   
   A7                D      D7           
Adios, mis amigos, Jesus y Maria.   
     G                           D    
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane.   
                                       A7           D   
All they will call you will be deportee   
   
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted.   
Our work contract's out and we've got to move on.   
Six hundred miles to that Mexican border   
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves.  

CHORUS   
   
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon.   
A fireball of light'ning, it shook all our hills.   
Who are all these friends who are scattered like dry leaves?   
The radio said they were just deportees.   

 CHORUS TWICE   
   
   
EXTRA VERSES:   

My Father's own father, he waded that river,   
They took all the money he made in his life.   
My brothers and sisters come working the fruit trees.   
They rode the truck till they took down and died ...CHORUS   
   
We died in your hills, we died in your deserts,   
We died in your valleys,  we died on your plains.   
We died 'neath your treesand we died in your bushes.   
Both sides of the river, we died just the same.   

NOTE: I got most of this from the lyrics archives under Woody Guthrie.     
It is a Guthrie song, but I figure Byrds fans might like it too.  The    
Byrds only sang the first three verses, but I thought I'd include all the    
ones in Guthrie's version.