Comanchero 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