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E The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land 
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land. 
 
E Paul Regret from A New Orleans 
A E fast man with a B7 gun 
He E didn't want to go he A had to run 
When he E shot down the B7 judge's E son 
Yes, he shot judge B7 (*Cobain's) E son. 
 
With the dark of night he left that town 
Never to return again 
With a one-way ticket at the end of the line 
He was told by a stranger man 
The Comancheros are takin' this land. 
 
B7 Then the Comancheros came a-{E} ridin' through the night 
B7 Stealin' and a-killin' takin' E ever'thing in sight 
B7 Nothin' left behind but the E blood and the sand 
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land 
The Comancheros are B7 takin' this E land. 
 
I'll cover every inch of the ground where I stand 
I'd die before I'd run 
I'm not afraid of any living man 
And here I'll make my stand 
With a gun I'll make my stand. 
 
He rode into the Comanchero town 
Like a wild man on the run 
Before he'd leave they'd all be dead 
They'd die by his blazin' gun 
They died by his blazin' gun. 
 
CHORUS 
 
Note. Some versions have (Scofield's)