Comanche Moon
I see it rising in the eastern sky
Pointing us the way we need to ride
Back in 1864, we'd be bolting up our doors
Praying that our scalps would see the morning light
But the settlers keep on coming and the brave no longer rides
It's up to us to save The West tonight
Comanche moon (Whoooo)
We're raiding Fort Worth tonight
Take their women burn it down
'til the cavalry runs us out
Then go back west to rest and lick our wounds
We'll whip 'em on the next Comanche Moon
We've lost most of our young braves, it's not like the olden days
We were younger when our medicine was strong
Where they've gone it's hard to know, like the sacred buffalo
They lie prisoner to their pretty painted squaws
But tonight as they are sleeping in their fancy feather beds
Dreaming they were riding off the rez
Comanche moon (Whoooo)
We're raiding Fort Worth tonight
Take their women burn it down
'til the cavalry runs us out
Then go back west to rest and lick our wounds
We'll whip 'em on the next Comanche Moon (Whoooo)
We're raiding Fort Worth tonight
Take their women burn it down
'til the cavalry runs us out
Then go back west to rest and lick our wounds
We'll whip 'em on the next Comanche Moon
Comanche Moon
Pointing us the way we need to ride
Back in 1864, we'd be bolting up our doors
Praying that our scalps would see the morning light
But the settlers keep on coming and the brave no longer rides
It's up to us to save The West tonight
Comanche moon (Whoooo)
We're raiding Fort Worth tonight
Take their women burn it down
'til the cavalry runs us out
Then go back west to rest and lick our wounds
We'll whip 'em on the next Comanche Moon
We've lost most of our young braves, it's not like the olden days
We were younger when our medicine was strong
Where they've gone it's hard to know, like the sacred buffalo
They lie prisoner to their pretty painted squaws
But tonight as they are sleeping in their fancy feather beds
Dreaming they were riding off the rez
Comanche moon (Whoooo)
We're raiding Fort Worth tonight
Take their women burn it down
'til the cavalry runs us out
Then go back west to rest and lick our wounds
We'll whip 'em on the next Comanche Moon (Whoooo)
We're raiding Fort Worth tonight
Take their women burn it down
'til the cavalry runs us out
Then go back west to rest and lick our wounds
We'll whip 'em on the next Comanche Moon
Comanche Moon
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Writer(s): Garrett Bradford
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