Words and Music by Colin Meloy. Transposed by walksonground.
THE BANDIT QUEEN
As the Sun is sinking low,
And the evening's tucked in tow,
C Am G (G7)
On the horizon, my true love I see-e-e-e-eee.
She ain't fancy, she ain't fine
While her fingers number only nine
C Am F G
She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.
She's my Bandit Queen, laying beneath the moon
In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
F G7 C
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.
Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain
In an alcove hid by some trees
Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
My ladylove sniffs at the breeze.
And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
D7 G (off)
And listening to the whistling of the train in station
Odds are it will never reach its destination.
'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride
F G C
Oh, let me be the one to lay within your theivin' arms tonight.
[Instrumental and tap dance, not that hard to B.S.]