8.

Comancheros

Tillman Franks

© Robbins Music, ASCAP

Paul Regret of New Orleans was a fast man with a gun
Didn't wanna go but he had to run when he shot down the judge's son
Yes he shot judge Mobile'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

And then the Comancheros came a ridin' through the night
Stealin' and a killin' takin' everything in sight
Nothin' left behind but a blood in the sand
The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are 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 ridin' through the night...

The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land

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