Bandit Queen by Decemberists Words and Music by Colin Meloy. Transposed by walksonground. THE BANDIT QUEEN 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] www.TAB6.com