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Comancheros are [B7] takin' this [E] landThe Comancheros are [B7] takin' this [E] land.[E] Paul Regret from [A] New OrleansA [E] fast man with a [B7] gunHe [E] didn't want to go he [A] had to runWhen he [E] shot down the [B7] judge's [E] sonYes, he shot judge [B7] (*Cobain's) [E] son.With the dark of night he left that townNever to return againWith a one-way ticket at the end of the lineHe was told by a stranger manThe 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 sandThe Comancheros are [B7] takin' this [E] landThe Comancheros are [B7] takin' this [E] land.I'll cover every inch of the ground where I standI'd die before I'd runI'm not afraid of any living manAnd here I'll make my standWith a gun I'll make my stand.Letras de cancionesHe rode into the Comanchero townLike a wild man on the runBefore he'd leave they'd all be deadThey'd die by his blazin' gunThey died by his blazin' gun. From Letras Mania