The Comancheros

The Comancheros are taking this land The Comancheros are taking this land Paul Regret of New Orleans A fast man with a gun Didn't want to go, but he had to run When he shot down the judge's son Yes, he shot Judge Beaubien'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 taking this land" And then the Comancheros came a-riding through the night Stealing and a-killing, taking every thing in sight Nothing left behind but the blood and the sand The Comancheros are taking this land The Comancheros are taking 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 blazing gun They died by his blazing gun And then the Comancheros came a-riding through the night Stealing and a-killing, taking every thing in sight Nothing left behind but the blood and the sand The Comancheros are taking this land The Comancheros are taking this land