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

I’d worship that nature!

Beautiful!