Текст песни Claude King - Comancheros
Claude King - Comancheros слова песни
The Comancheros`re takin` this land the Comancheros`re takin` this landPaul Regret of New Orleans was a fast man with a gunDidn`t want to go but he had to run when he shot down Moebeam SamYes he shot down Moebeam SamWith the dark of night he had left town never to return againWith a oneway ticket at the end of the lineHe was told by a stranger man the Comancheros`re takin` this landAnd then the Comancheros came robbin` through the nightStealin` and a killin` takin` everything in sightNothin` left behind but a blood in the sandThe Comancheros`re takin` this land the Comancheros`re takin` this land[ trumpet ]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 standWith a gun I`ll make my standHe rode into the Comanchero town like a wild man on the runBefore he`d leave they`d all be dead they died by his blazin` gunThey died by his blazin` gunAnd then the Comancheros came robbin`...