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

[Refrão]

         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
And listening to the whistling of the train in station

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