The Comancheros

The Comancheros - Claude King

The Comancheros are takin' this land

The Comancheros are takin' this land

Paul Regret from New Orleans

A fast man with a gun

He didn't want to go he had to run

When he shot down the judge's son

Yes he shot Judge Scofield's son

With the dark of night he left that town

Never to return again

With a one way ticket at the end of the line

He was told by a stranger man

The Comancheros are takin' this land

Then the Comancheros came a ridin' through the night

Stealin' and a killin' takin' ever'thing in sight

Nothin' left behind but the blood and the sand

The Comancheros are takin' this land

The Comancheros are takin' this land

I'll cover every inch of the ground where I stand

I'd die before I'd run

I'm not afraid of any living man

And here I'll make my stand

With a gun I'll make my stand

He rode into the Comanchero town

Like a wild man on the run

Before he'd leave they'd all be dead

They'd die by his blazin' gun

They died by his blazin' gun

Then the Comancheros came

A ridin' through the night

Stealin' and a killin' takin' ever'thing in sight

Nothin' left behind but the blood and the sand

The Comancheros are takin' this land

The Comancheros are takin' this land