| D | G | D | |
| The crops are all in and the pe | aches are ro | tting |
| A7 | D | D7 | |
| The oranges are packed in their c | reosote d | umps |
| G | D | |
| You're f | lying them back to the Mex | ican border |
| A7 | D | D7 | |
| To spend all their money, to w | ade back ag | ain |
| CHORUS: |
| G | D | |
| Goodb | ye to my Juan, good-b | ye Rosalita |
| A7 | D | D7 | |
| Adi | os mes amigos, Jes | us y Ma | ria |
| G | D | |
| You w | on't have a name when you ri | de the big airplane |
| A7 | D | |
| And all they will call you will | be depor | tee |
| Some of us are illegal, and others not wanted |
| Our work contracts 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 lightning, that 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 |
| And 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, 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...CHORUS |
| 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. |
| (from The Ballad of Easy Rider, 1969) |
| (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu) |