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As the Sun is sCinking low C7
And the eFvening's tucked in toFmw
On the horCizon, my trAmue love GI see-e-e-e-eG7ee
She ain't fanCcy, she ain't fC7ine
While her fFingers number only nFmine
She's the beClle of the bAmall of the insFurgencGy
She's my CBandit Queen, laying beneath theAm moon
In a baFndit cave, a blanket laid for tGwo
If I could fCind a way to your hideaway by the seAma
O FBandit Queen, sG7teal away to mCe
AmSomewhere on a mountain, by a starry water fountain
In an alCcove hid by some treesC/B
AmAmidst a pile of treasure, reclining at her leisure
My Fladylove sniffs at the breGeze
FAnd sitting up, she adjusts her turban
And Ctakes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
And D7listening to the whistling of the train in stationG
Odds are it will never reach its destination
'Cause the CBandit Queen, astride her steed will Amride
Oh, Flet me be the one toG lay within your theivin' arms tonightC
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