The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land

Now Paul Regret of New Orleans
Was a fast man with a gun
He didn't want to go but he had to run
When he shot down the judges son
Yes he shot Judge Colding'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

And then the Comancheros cCame robbin' through the night
Stealin' and a killin' takin' everything in sight
Nothin' left behind but a blood in the sand
The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land

I'll cover every inch of the ground where I stand 
And 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's town
Like a wild man on the run
Before he'd leave they'd all be dead
They died by his blazin' gun
Yes they died by his blazin' gun

And then the Comancheros cCame robbin' through the night
Stealin' and a killin' takin' everything in sight
Nothin' left behind but a blood in the sand
The Comancheros are takin' this land
The Comancheros are takin' this land
