There's a moon over bourbon street tonight
I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
I've no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
Now I can never show my face at noon
And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
She's innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside her window at night
To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
How could I be this way when I pray to god above
I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
While there's a moon over bourbon street
[00:00.00] There's a moon over bourbon street tonight
[00:17.49]I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
[00:23.34]I've no choice but to follow that call
[00:29.55]The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
[00:35.07]I pray everyday to be strong
[00:40.80]For I know what I do must be wrong
[00:46.17]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[00:52.02]While there's a moon over bourbon street
[01:07.41]It was many years ago that I became what I am
[01:13.23]I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
[01:18.96]Now I can never show my face at noon
[01:24.96]And you'll only see me walking by the light of the moon
[01:30.99]The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
[01:36.54]I've the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
[01:42.42]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[01:47.55]While there's a moon over bourbon street
[02:26.61]She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
[02:32.61]She's innocent and young from a family of means
[02:37.98]I have stood many times outside her window at night
[02:44.16]To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight
[02:49.71]How could I be this way when I pray to god above
[02:55.65]I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
[03:01.44]Oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[03:06.48]While there's a moon over bourbon street