INTRO:
E The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land.
E Paul Regret from A New Orleans
A E fast man with a B7 gun
He E didn't want to go he A had to run
When he E shot down the B7 judge's E son
Yes, he shot judge B7 (*Cobain's) E 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.
B7 Then the Comancheros came a-{E} ridin' through the night
B7 Stealin' and a-killin' takin' E ever'thing in sight
B7 Nothin' left behind but the E blood and the sand
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E 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 blazin' gun
They died by his blazin' gun.
CHORUS
Note. Some versions have (Scofield's)
Composição de Tillman Franks
