paroles de chanson The Comancheros - Claude King

The Comancheros are taking this land
The Comancheros are taking this land

Paul Regret of New Orleans
A fast man with a gun
He didn't want to go but he had to run
When he shot down the judge's son
Yes he shot Judge Beaubien'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 taking this land"

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

I'll cover every inch of the ground where I stand
I'll die before I'd run
I'm not afraid 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 blazing gun
They died by his blazing gun

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