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....
Where he goes, no one can tell Will he be running along any longer Or will he ever stop somewhere
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....
I see the light behind desire His look is hurt like a short lead of his knife He moves like a shadow in the night
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