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

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