Comancheros

Claude King

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    The Comancheros're takin' this land the Comancheros're takin' this land
    Paul Regret of New Orleans was a fast man with a gun
    Didn't want to go but he had to run when he shot down Moebeam Sam
    Yes he shot down Moebeam Sam
    With the dark of night he had left town never to return again
    With a oneway ticket at the end of the line
    He was told by a stranger man the Comancheros're takin' this land
    And then the Comancheros came robbin' through the night
    Stealin' and a killin' takin' everything in sight
    Nothin' left behind but a blood in the sand
    The Comancheros're takin' this land the Comancheros're takin' this land
    [ trumpet ]
    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 died by his blazin' gun
    They died by his blazin' gun
    And then the Comancheros came robbin'...

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    Composición: Tillman Franks

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