INTRO:
E The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land.
E Paul Regret from A New Orleans
A E fast man with a B7 gun
He E didn't want to go he A had to run
When he E shot down the B7 judge's E son
Yes, he shot judge B7 (*Cobain's) E 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.
B7 Then the Comancheros came a-{E} ridin' through the night
B7 Stealin' and a-killin' takin' E ever'thing in sight
B7 Nothin' left behind but the E blood and the sand
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E 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)