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 oneway ticket at the end of the line
he was told by a stranger man
the comancheros are takin’ this land
then the comancheros came aridin’ through the night
stealin’ and akillin’ 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
Artist: Claude King
Year: 1961
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 99