INTRO: 
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 The Comancheros are takin&#039; this land
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The Comancheros are takin&#039; 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&#039;t want to go he had to run
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When he shot down the judge&#039;s son
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Yes, he shot judge (*Cobain&#039;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&#039; this land. 
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 Then the Comancheros came a- ridin&#039; through the night
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 Stealin&#039; and a-killin&#039; takin&#039; ever&#039;thing in sight
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 Nothin&#039; left behind but the blood and the sand
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The Comancheros are takin&#039; this land
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The Comancheros are takin&#039; this land. 
 
I&#039;ll cover every inch of the ground where I stand 

I&#039;d die before I&#039;d run 

I&#039;m not afraid of any living man 

And here I&#039;ll make my stand 

With a gun I&#039;ll make my stand. 
 
He rode into the Comanchero town 

Like a wild man on the run 

Before he&#039;d leave they&#039;d all be dead 

They&#039;d die by his blazin&#039; gun 

They died by his blazin&#039; gun. 
 
CHORUS 
 
Note. Some versions have (Scofield&#039;s)