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
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
His lonesome walk, his lonesome walk
Who's in mind of Comanchero: a man of law
A pretty squaw, a pretty squaw
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
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.
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