Six hundred miles to that Mexico border. They chase us like outlaws. like rustlers. like thieves. We died in your hills. we died in your deserts. We died in your valleys and died in your plains. We died neath your trees and we died in your bushes. Both sides of this river we died just the same. REFRAIN Goodbye to my Juan. Goodbye Rosalita. Adios muy amigo. Jesus and Marie. You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane All they will call you will be deportees. My mother left with my brother and I. my grandmother. wandered throughout the Arizona countryside. Bisbee.
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