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