The Decemberists - The Bandit Queen (Version Prescott) lyrics

[The Decemberists - The Bandit Queen Version Prescott lyrics]

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
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 in 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
Odds are it will never reach it's destination

'Cause the Bandit Queen
Astride her steed will ride
O let me be the one to
Lay within your thievin' 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

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