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VERSE 1
There's a moon ov-er Bour-bon Street to-night,
I see fa-ces as they pass be-neath the pale lamp-light.
I've no choice but to fol-low that call;
the bright lights, the peo-ple, and the moon and all.
I pray eve-ry-day to be strong,
For I know what I do must be wrong.
REFRAIN
Oh, you'll nev-er see my shade
or hear the sound of my feet
while there's a moon ov-er Bour-bon Street.
VERSE 2
It was ma-ny years a-go that I be-came what I am.
I was trapped in this life like an in-no-cent lamb.
Now I can nev-er show my face at noon,
And you'll on-ly see me walk-ing
by the light of the moon.
The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast.
I've the face of a sin-ner but the hands of a priest.
VERSE 3
She walks eve-ry-day through the streets of New Or-leans.
She's in-no-cent and young from a fam-'ly of means.
I have stood man-y times out-side her win-dow at night,
To strug-gle with my in-stinct in the pale moon-light.
How could I be this way when I pray to God a-bove?
I must love what I de-stroy and de-stroy the thing I love
Oh you'll nev-er see my shade
or hear the sound of my feet
while there's a moon ov-er Bour-bon Street.