Comanchero
comanchero
comanchero
comanchero.
Comanchero
comanchero
comanchero
comanchero.
Comanchero
comanchero
comanchero
comanchero. . . .
Oh
can you see he is the one
Day after day he is riding in the sun
He's travelling through deserts all alone.
I will bring the comanchero his tomahawk
His lonesome walk
his lonesome walk.
Who's in mind of comanchero
a man of law
A pretty squaw
a pretty squaw.
Comanchero
comanchero
comanchero
comanchero. . . .
Where he goes
no one can tell.
Will he be running along any longer
Or will he ever stop somewhere?
I will bring the comanchero
his tomahawk
. . .
I will bring the comanchero
his tomahawk
. . .
Who will join the comanchero
Where eagles fly
Where horses ride
Where horses ride?
Will the road take
Comanchero to his tee-pee
Or to the sea
or to the sea?
Comanchero
comanchero
