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