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,
()
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
She s the belle of the ball of the insurgency.
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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
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
(off)
And listening to the whistling of the train in station
(no chord)
Odds are it will never reach its destination.
Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride
Oh, let me be the one to lay within your theivin arms tonight.
[Instrumental and tap dance, not that hard to B.S.]
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