As the sun is sinking low
And the evening's tug 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, 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
Oh, bandit queen, steal away to me
Somewhere in the mountains
By a starry water fountain
In an alcove hid by some trees
Amidst a pile of treasure
Reclining at her leisure
My lady love sniffs at the breeze
And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
Listening to the whistling of the train in station
Odds are it will never reach it's destination
Cause the bandit queen astride her steed will ride
Oh, let me be the one to lay within your thieving arms tonight
She's my bandit queen, laying 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
Oh, bandit queen, steal away to me
Oh, bandit queen, steal away to me
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