Comanchero (Vocal Radio)

Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Oh, can you see he is the one? Day after day, he is riding in the sun He's travelling through deserts all alone I will bring the comanchero his tomahawk His lonesome walk, his lonesome walk Who's in mind of comanchero, a man of law A pretty squaw, a pretty squaw Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Comanchero Where he goes No one can tell Will he be running along any longer Or will he ever stop somewhere? Who will join the comanchero where eagles fly? Where horses ride, where horses ride Will the road take comanchero to his tee-pee Or to the sea, or to the sea? I will bring the comanchero his tomahawk His lonesome walk, his lonesome walk Who's in mind of comanchero, a man of love A pretty squaw, a pretty squaw Who will join the comanchero where eagles fly? Where horses ride, where horses ride Will the road take comanchero to his tee-pee Or to the sea, or to the sea?