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. . . .
