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
Comanchero
Comanchero

Comanchero
Comanchero
Comanchero
Comanchero

Comanchero
Comanchero
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