The Comancheros're takin' this land the Comancheros're takin' this land
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Paul Regret of New Orleans a fast man with a gun
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Didn't want to go but he had to run when he shot down the judge's son
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Yes he shot Judge Moebeam's son
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With the dark of night he left that town never to return again
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With a oneway ticket at the end of the line
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He was told by a stranger man the Comancheros're takin' this land
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And then the Comancheros came ridin' through the night
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Stealin' and a killin' takin' everything in sight
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Nothin' left behind but the blood in the sand
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The Comancheros're takin' this land the Comancheros're takin' this land
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I'll cover every inch of the ground where I stand I'd die before I'd run
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I'm not afraid of any living man and here I'll make my stand
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With a gun I'll make my stand
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He rode into the Comanchero town like a wild man on the run
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Before he'd leave they'd all be dead they'd die by his blazin' gun
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They died by his blazin' gun
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And then the Comancheros came ridin'...
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Comancheros
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| Claude King |
