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The crops are all in |
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And the peaches are rotting |
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The oranges piled up |
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In their creosote dumps |
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You're flying 'em back |
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To the Mexican border |
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To spend all their money |
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To wade back again{ |
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Chorus}:Good bye to my |
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JuanGoodbye |
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RosalitaAdios mis amigos |
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Jesus y Maria |
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You won't have a name |
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When you ride the big airplane |
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All they will call you |
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Will be "deportees" |
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Some of us are illegal |
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And others not wanted |
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Our work contract's up |
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And we have to move on600 miles to that |
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Mexican border |
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They chase us like outlaws |
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Like rustlers, like thieves{ |
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Chorus}The skyplane caught fire |
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Over Los Gatos |
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CanyonA fireball of lightning |
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Shook all our hills |
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Who are all these friends |
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Who are scattered like dried leaves |
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The radio said |
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They were just "deportees"{ |
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Chorus}{Repeat} |
