Claude King - Comancheros lyrics

Comancheros are [B7] takin' this [E] land The Comancheros are [B7] takin' this [E] land. [E] Paul Regret from [A] New Orleans A [E] fast man with a [B7] gun He [E] didn't want to go he [A] had to run When he [E] shot down the [B7] judge's [E] son Yes, he shot judge [B7] (*Cobain's) [E] son. With the dark of night he left that town Never to return again With a one-way ticket at the end of the line He was told by a stranger man The Comancheros are takin' this land. [B7] Then the Comancheros came a-[E] ridin' through the night [B7] Stealin' and a-k**in' takin' [E] ever'thing in sight [B7] Nothin' left behind but the [E] blood and the sand The Comancheros are [B7] takin' this [E] land The Comancheros are [B7] takin' this [E] land. 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'd die by his blazin' gun They died by his blazin' gun.