INTRO: 
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 The Comancheros are takin' this land
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The Comancheros are takin' this land. 
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Paul Regret from New Orleans
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A fast man with a gun
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He didn't want to go he had to run
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When he shot down the judge's son
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Yes, he shot judge (*Cobain's) 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. 
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 Then the Comancheros came a- ridin' through the night
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 Stealin' and a-killin' takin' ever'thing in sight
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 Nothin' left behind but the blood and the sand
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The Comancheros are takin' this land
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The Comancheros are takin' this 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)