Текст песни Decemberists - The Bandit Queen

THE BANDIT QUEEN

Capo on 5th fret. This is how Colin plays it live. There are little walk ups and downs 
here and there between /. Not hard to figure out.

As the Sun is sinking low,

And the evening's tucked in tow,

                                      ()
On the horizon, my true love I see-e-e-e-eee.

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, laying 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 at the breeze.

And sitting up, she adjusts her turban

And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon

                                                     (off)
And listening to the whistling of the train in station

(no chord)
Odds are it will never reach its destination.

'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride
Oh, let me be the one to lay within your theivin' arms tonight.