Comanchero – Lou Bega

Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o
Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o
Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o

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-o
Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o

Where he goes, no one can tell
Will he be running along any longer
Or will he ever stop somewhere

Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o
Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o

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

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

Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o
Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o
Comanchero, comanchero, comanchero, comanchero-o