the bandit queen
capo on 5th fret . this is how colin plays it live . there are little walk ups and downs
here and there between G/F#/E . not hard to figure out .
G G7
as the sun is sinking low ,
C Cm
and the evening’s tucked in tow ,
G Em D ( D7 )
on the horizon , my true love i see – E – E – E – eee .
G G7
she ain’t fancy , she ain’t fine
C Cm
while her fingers number only nine
G Em C D
she’s the belle of the ball of the insurgency .
[ chorus ]
G Em
she’s my bandit queen , laying beneath the moon
C D
in a bandit cave , a blanket laid for two
G Em
if i could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
C D7 G
o bandit queen , steal away to me .
Em
somewhere on a mountain , by a starry water fountain
G G/F#
in an alcove hid by some trees
Em
amidst a pile of treasure , reclining at her leisure ,
C D
my ladylove sniffs at the breeze .
C
and sitting up , she adjusts her turban
G
and takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
A7 D ( off )
and listening to the whistling of the train in station
( no chord )
odds are it will never reach its destination .
G Em
’cause the bandit queen , astride her steed will ride
C D G
oh , let me be the one to lay within your theivin’ arms tonight .
[ instrumental ]
[ chorus ]
the bandit queen
capo on 5th fret . this is how colin plays it live . there are little walk ups and downs
here and there between G/F#/E . not hard to figure out .
G G7
as the sun is sinking low ,
C Cm
and the evening’s tucked in tow ,
G Em D ( D7 )
on the horizon , my true love i see – E – E – E – eee .
G G7
she ain’t fancy , she ain’t fine
C Cm
while her fingers number only nine
G Em C D
she’s the belle of the ball of the insurgency .
[ chorus ]
G Em
she’s my bandit queen , laying beneath the moon
C D
in a bandit cave , a blanket laid for two
G Em
if i could find a way to your hideaway by the sea
C D7 G
o bandit queen , steal away to me .
Em
somewhere on a mountain , by a starry water fountain
G G/F#
in an alcove hid by some trees
Em
amidst a pile of treasure , reclining at her leisure ,
C D
my ladylove sniffs at the breeze .
C
and sitting up , she adjusts her turban
G
and takes another swig from a bottle of bourbon
A7 D ( off )
and listening to the whistling of the train in station
( no chord )
odds are it will never reach its destination .
G Em
’cause the bandit queen , astride her steed will ride
C D G
oh , let me be the one to lay within your theivin’ arms tonight .
[ instrumental ]
[ chorus ]
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