G  C  G
The crops are all in and the peaches are gathered 
D  G
The oranges packed in their creosote bins 
C  G
They're flying them back to the Mexican border 
D7
Will take all their money to get back again 
 
CHORUS:  
C  G
Goodbye to my friends, good bye Rosalita 
D  D7  G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria 
C  G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane 
D7  G
All they will call you will be.....Deportee
 
G  C  G
My father's own father he waded that river 
D  G
Others before him have done just the same 
C  G
They died in the hills and they died in the valleys 
D7  G
Some went to heaven with out any names 
 
CHORUS:  
C  G 
Goodbye to my friends, good bye Rosalita 
D  D7  G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria 
C  G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane 
D7  G
All they will call you will be.....Deportee
 
G  C  G
Some of us are illegal and others not wanted 
D  G
Our work contracts finished we have to move on 
C  G
Its six hundred miles to the Mexican border 
D7  G
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like thieves 
 
CHORUS:  
C  G
Goodbye to my friends, good bye Rosalita 
D  D7  G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria 
C  G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane 
D7  G
All they will call you will be.....Deportee
 
(Instrumental) 
 
G  C  G
The sky plane caught fire over Los Gatos canyon 
D  G
А fireball of thunder that shook the hills round 
C  G  
Who are those friends who are scattered like dry leaves 
D7  G
The radio said they were just...Deportees  
 
CHORUS:  
C  G
Goodbye to my friends, good bye Rosalita 
D  D7  G
Adios mi amigos, Jesus y Maria 
C  G
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane 
D7  G
All they will call you will be.....Deportee

CAPO 3

 Am                    G                           Am   
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by 
      Am                            C           G  
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly 
    Am                             C            G  
I stepped on board a vision and followed with a will 
     Am            G                      Em      Am                 
Til next I came to anchor at the cross in Spancil Hill 
 
 Am                      G                    Em        Am     
It being on the twenty-third of June the day before the fair 
            Am                        C                G  
When Irelands sons and daughters and friends assembled there 
     Am                                            C      G                 
The young, the old, the brave and the bold came their duty 
to fulfill 
        Am              G                    Em      Am   
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill 
 
 Am               G                    Em   Am  
Delighted by the novelty, enchanted by the scene. 
 Am                              C          G  
Where in me early boyhood where often I had been. 
 Am                               C              G   
I thought I heard a murmur and I think I hear it still. 
 A                        G                     Em      Am  
It's the little stream of water that flows down Spancil Hill. 
 
 Am                             G            Am  
I went to see me neighbours to see what they might say 
 Am                                       C                 G  
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning grey 
 Am                                    C             G  
I met with the tailor Quigley, he's as bold as ever still 
 A                        G                       Em      Am  
Sure, he used to make me britches when I lived at Spancil Hill 
 
 Am                          G             Am  
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love 
 Am                                C           G  
She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove 
 Am                                  C                 G  
She threw her arms around me, saying Johnny I love you still 
 A                       G                        Em      Am  
She's Ned, the farmer's daughter and the pride of Spancil Hill 
 
 Am                  G                    Em      Am  
I dreamt I knelt and kissed her as in the days of yore 
 Am                                   C             G  
She said Johnny you're only joking as many the time before 
 Am                                  C                 G  
The cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill 
 A               G                          Em      Am  
When I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill

G  C  G  D
By the lonely prison wall, I heard a young girl calling 
G  C  D
Micheal they have taken you away 
G  C  G  D
For you stole trevelins corn so the young might see the morn 
D  G
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay 
 
G  C  G  Em
Low lie the Fields of Athenry  
G  D
where once we watched the small free birds fly 
G  C
our love was the wing  
G  D
We had dreams and songs to sing 
D  Dsus4  G
it's so lonely round the Fields of Athenry 
 
G  C  G  D
By the lonely prison wall, I heard a young man calling 
G  C  D
Nothing matters Mary when your free 
G  C  G  D
against the famine and the Crown, i rebelled they cut medown 
D  G
now you must  raise our child with dignity 
 
G  C  G  Em
Low lie the Fields of Athenry  
G  D
where once we watched the small free birds fly 
G  C
our love was the wing  
G  D
We had dreams and songs to sing 
D  Dsus4  G
it's so lonely  round the Fields of Athenry 
 
G  C  G  D
By the lonely harbor wall, she watched the last star falling 
G  C  D
as the prison ship sailed out against the sky 
G  C  G  D
for she lived to hope and pray for her love in Botanybay 
D  G
and it's so lonely round the Fields of Athenry 
 
(x2) 
G  C  Em
Low lie the Fields of Athenry  
G  D
where once we watched the small free birds fly 
G  C
our love was the wing  
G  D
We had dreams and songs to sing 
D  Dsus4  G
it's so lonely  round the Fields of Athenry