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….
Where he goes, no one can tell
Will he be running along any longer
Or will he ever stop somewhere
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….
I see the light behind desire
His look is hurt
like a short lead of his knife
He moves like a shadow in the night
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
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….