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Comancherocomancherocomancherocomanchero.
Comancherocomancherocomancherocomanchero.
Comancherocomancherocomancherocomanchero. . . .
Ohcan 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 walkhis lonesome walk.
Who's in mind of comancheroa man of law
A pretty squawa pretty squaw.
Comancherocomancherocomancherocomanchero. . . .
Where he goesno one can tell.
Will he be running along any longer
Or will he ever stop somewhere?I will bring the comancherohis tomahawk. . .I will bring the comancherohis 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 seaor to the sea?
Comancherocomancherocomancherocomanchero. . . .
Comancherocomancherocomancherocomanchero. . . .
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