Decemberists - Bandit queen

As the Su^Cn is sinking lo^C7w, And the e^Fvening's tucked in to^Fmw, C Am G (G7) On the horizon, my true love I see-e-e-e-eee. She ain't fan^Ccy, she ain't f^C7ine While her f^Fingers number only n^Fmine She's the be^Clle of the b^Amall of the ins^Furgenc^Gy.

She's my ^CBandit Queen, laying beneath the^Am moon In a ba^Fndit cave, a blanket laid for t^Gwo If I could f^Cind a way to your hideaway by the se^Ama O ^FBandit Queen, s^G7teal away to m^Ce.

^AmSomewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain In an al^Ccove hid by some trees^{C/B Am}Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure, My ^Fladylove sniffs at the bre^Geze. ^FAnd sitting up, she adjusts her turban And ^Ctakes 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.

'Cause the ^CBandit Queen, astride her steed will ^Amride Oh, ^Flet me be the one to^G lay within your theivin' arms tonight^C.