Bandit Queen Decemberists
As the Su[C]n is sinking lo[C7]w,
And the e[F]vening's tucked in to[Fm]w,
On the hor[C]izon, my tr[Am]ue love [G]I see-e-e-e-e[G7]ee.
She ain't fan[C]cy, she ain't f[C7]ine
While her f[F]ingers number only n[Fm]ine
She's the be[C]lle of the b[Am]all of the ins[F]urgenc[G]y.
She's my [C]Bandit Queen, laying beneath the[Am] moon
In a ba[F]ndit cave, a blanket laid for t[G]wo
If I could f[C]ind a way to your hideaway by the se[Am]a
O [F]Bandit Queen, s[G7]teal away to m[C]e.
[Am]Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain
In an al[C]cove hid by some trees[C/B]
[Am]Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
My [F]ladylove sniffs at the bre[G]eze.
[F]And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
And [C]takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
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And listening to the whistling of the train in station
Odds are it will never reach its destination.
'Cause the [C]Bandit Queen, astride her steed will [Am]ride
Oh, [F]let me be the one to[G] lay within your theivin' arms tonight[C].
(Instrumental and tap dance, not that hard to B.S.)