The Decemberists - Bandit queen

As the ^Gsun is sinking ^G7low And the ^Cevening's tucked in ^Cmtow On the ^Ghorizon, my true ^Emlove I ^Dseeee^D7ee. She ain't ^Gfancy, she ain't ^G7fine While her ^Cfingers number only ^Cmnine She's the ^Gbelle of the ^Emball of the ^Ginsu^Crgenc^Dy.

She's my ^GBandit Queen, lain beneath the ^Emmoon In a ^Cbandit cave, a blanket laid for t^Dwo If I could ^Gfind a way to your hideaway by the ^Emsea O ^CBandit Queen, ^D7steal away to ^Gme.

^EmSomewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain In an ^Galcove hid by some trees^{D Em}Amidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure, My ^Cladylove sniffs as the ^Dbreeze.

^CAnd sitting up, she adjusts her turban And ^Gtakes another swig from a bottle of bourbon And ^Alistening to the whistling of a train at statio^Dn Odds are it will never^D reach it's destination.

'Cause the ^CBandit Queen, astride her steed will ^Emride O ^Clet me be the on to lay within your ^Dtheivin' arms ^Gtonight.

She's my ^GBandit Queen, lain beneath the ^Emmoon In a ^Cbandit cave, there's a blanket laid for ^Dtwo If I ^Gcould find a way to your hideaway by the ^Emsea O ^CBandit Queen, ^D7steal away to ^Gme.