Colin Meloy - Bandit Queen

As the sun is sinking low
and the evening's tucked 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, lain 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
And sitting up, she adjusts her turban
And takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
And listening to the whistling of a train at station
Odds are it will never reach its destination
'Cause the Bandit Queen, astride her steed will ride
O let me be the on to lay within your theivin' arms tonight
She's my Bandit Queen, lain 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
O Bandit Queen, steal away to me