Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero. Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero. Comanchero 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 Comanchero. . . . Where he goes No one can tell. Will he be running along any longer
Or will he ever stop somewhere? I will bring the comanchero His tomahawk . . . I will bring the comanchero His tomahawk . . . 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