Comanchero comanchero comanchero. Comanchero comanchero comanchero comanchero. Comanchero comanchero comanchero comanchero. . . . 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. Comanchero comanchero comanchero comanchero. . . . 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 . . . I will bring the comanchero his 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 sea or to the sea? Comanchero comanchero comanchero comanchero. . . . Comanchero comanchero comanchero comanchero. . . .