DANIEL REDWOOD

Lyrics

The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
They’re flying ‘em back to the Mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won’t have your names 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 working the fruit trees
And rode on that truck till they took down and died

Died in your hills, died in your deserts
Died in your valleys and 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

Adiós mi Juan, adiós Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
Ni nombre tendrán en el gran aeroplano
Apellido y nombre serán deportados

The skyplane caught fire over Los Gatos Canyon
A fireball of lightning, it shook all our hills
Who are all these friends, all scattered like dry leaves
The radio says they are just deportees

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit
To fall like dry leaves, to rot on the topsoil
And be called by no name, except deportees

Goodbye to my Juan, goodbye Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
You won’t have your names when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportees

Adiós mi Juan, adiós Rosalita
Adiós mis amigos, Jesús y María
Ni nombre tendrán en el gran aeroplano
Apellido y nombre serán deportados

Words by Woody Guthrie, Music by Marty Hoffman
© 1961 (renewed) by Woody Guthrie Publications, Inc. & TRO-Ludlow Music, Inc. (BMI)
Used with permission