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C C7
As the Sun is sinking low,
F Fm
And the evening's tucked in tow,
C Am G (G7)
On the horizon, my true love I see-e-e-e-eee.
C C7
She ain't fancy, she ain't fine
F Fm
While her fingers number only nine
C Am F G
She's the belle of the ball of the insurgency.
CHORUS
C Am
She's my Bandit Queen, laying beneath the moon
F G
In a bandit cave, a blanket laid for two
C Am
If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
F G7 C
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me.
Am
Somewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain
C C/B
In an alcove hid by some trees
Am
Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure,
F G
My ladylove sniffs at the breeze.
F
And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
C
And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
D7 G (off)
And listening to the whistling of the train in station
(no chord)
Odds are it will never reach its destination.
C Am
'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.]
CHORUS
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