Standard (EADGBE)

 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.

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 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

 And listening to the whistling of the train in station

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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.

[Instrumental and tap dance, not that hard to B.S.]

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