Lyrics Robbing The Bank Of Life (Stealing The Night) - Jessie Buckley

Robbing The Bank Of Life (Stealing The Night)

He wore a Texas tuxedo, she wore Cadillac green
They went together like a match and gasoline
Big Davey Campbell from the abattoir
And Annie O’Malley works the Larson bar
Four thousand miles east of Tennessee
Paisley Road West is the place to be
He was a king of the cowboys, stealing the night
She was the queen of Memphis, robbing the bank of life
Whoa, robbing the bank of life
Gun fight is ready, be quick on the draw
The pistols, they were polished to shoot up the floor
A getaway car is the last bus home
To burn down that highway to the sweet unknown
Sunday morning, 'nother week to kill
Still in Little Dixie, left to Maryhill
He was a king of the cowboys, stealing the night
She was the queen of Memphis, robbing the bank of life
Whoa, robbing the bank of life
Two shots of whiskey and an iron brew
Hands up, no one move
King of the cowboys, stealing the night
Queen of Memphis, robbing the bank of life
King of the cowboys, stealing the night
Queen of Memphis, robbing the bank of life
Robbing the bank of life