Comanchero

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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
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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?



Credits
Writer(s): Aldo Michele Martinelli, S.zanini
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