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
[00:00.29]There＇s a moon over bourbon street tonight [00:06.83]I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight [00:15.76]I＇ve no choice but to follow that call [00:21.02]The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all [00:30.62]I pray everyday to be strong [00:37.70]For I know what I do must be wrong [00:45.99]Oh you＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [00:53.39]While there＇s a moon over bourbon street [01:13.30]It was many years ago that I became what I am [01:20.38]I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb [01:27.79]Now I can never show my face at noon [01:34.37]And you＇ll only see me walking by the light of the moon [01:43.60]The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast [01:50.62]I＇ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest [01:57.28]Oh you＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [02:05.50]While there＇s a moon over bourbon street [02:14.06]She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans [02:55.23]She＇s innocent and young from a family of means [03:02.64]I have stood many times outside her window at night [03:09.42]To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight [03:18.78]How could I be this way when I pray to god above [03:25.53]I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love [03:33.00]Oh you＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [03:40.65]While there＇s a moon over bourbon street
