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 streetet
[00:11.26]There ＇s a moon over bourbon street tonight [00:17.35]I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight [00:22.87]I ＇ve no choice but to follow that call [00:29.37]The bright lights,the people,and the moon and all [00:34.96]I pray everyday to be strong [00:40.74]For I know what I do must be wrong [00:45.90]Oh you ＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [00:51.88]While there ＇s a moon over bourbon street [01:07.17]It was many years ago that I became what I am [01:12.83]I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb [01:18.66]Now I can never show my face at noon [01:24.59]And you ＇ll only see me walking by the light of the moon [01:30.53]The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast [01:36.31]I ＇ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest [01:42.14]Oh you ＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [01:47.51]While there ＇s a moon over bourbon street [02:26.71]She walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans [02:32.08]She ＇s innocent and young from a family of means [02:37.75]I have stood many times outside her window at night [02:43.68]To struggle with my instinct in the pale moonlight [02:49.82]How could I be this way when I pray to god above [02:53.96]I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love [03:01.17]Oh you ＇ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet [03:06.43]While there ＇s a moon over bourbon streetet
