Bandit Queen - Colin Meloy

As the sun is sinking low

And the evening’s tucked in tow

On the horizon, my true love I see

She ain’t fancy, she ain’t fine

While her fingers number only nine

She’s the belle of the ball of the insurgency

She’s my Bandit Queen, lain 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 as the breeze

And sitting up, she adjusts her turban

And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon

And listening to the whistling of a train at station

Odds are it will never reach its destination

'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride

O let me be the on to lay within your theivin' arms tonight

She’s my Bandit Queen, lain beneath the moon

In a bandit cave, there’s a blanket laid for two

If I could find a way to your hideaway by the sea

O Bandit Queen, steal away to me