He was a comanchero riding wild on the southern high plains
Bandoliers on pistoleros, twenty horsemen, rifles drawn
For there on the rise stood a lone Comanche girl
And the light from her eyes was shining around the world
The hooves of twenty horses churning wildly around the woman
Beating heart of one young man, comanchero finds the sun
For there on the rise stood the lone Comanche girl
And the fire in her eyes was shining around the world
One look and spurs are flashing, comanchero sweeps up the woman
Voices shouting, horses thrashing, comanchero tries to run
For there on the rise with the lone Comanche girl
The lightning in his eyes had found another world
Ten strides and bodies tumbling, time is ending there in the cold dust
Comanchero with a dagger thrust deep into his chest
For there on the rise with the lone Comanche girl
The lightning m his eyes had found the nether world
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