Claude King - The Comancheros lyrics

The Comancheros are takin' this land The Comancheros are takin' this land. Paul Regret from New Orleans A fast man with a gun He didn't want to go he had to run When he shot down the judge's son Yes, he shot Judge Scofield's 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. Then the Comancheros came a-ridin' through the night Stealin' and a-k**in' takin' ever'thing in sight Nothin' left behind but the blood and the sand The Comancheros are takin' this land The Comancheros are takin' this 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. CHORUS