Moon Over Bourbon Street

There's a (F#m7)moon y years a over (B)Bourbon that Street be (Em)tonight.

of what I am.

I see (F#m7)fac noes as they (B)pass beneath the (Em)pale nocent lamp

I've I no (C)choice er show but to (B)follow outside that (Em)call,

at night and the (C#dim)bright gle lights,

my see me the (F#7)people and the moon and the all.

(B7)I (F#m7)pray I be this ev'ry (B)day to be (Em)strong,

to of a a beast.

for I (F#m7)know what I de what I (B)do ner must be (Em)wrong.

the thing I of a priest.

Oh, you'll (C)never see my (B)shade or hear the sound of my feet

while there's a (C)moon over (B7)Bourbon

(Em)Street.

(B7)It was (F#m7)man y ev'ry over (B)Bourbon that I the to (Em)came of New Orleans.

I was (F#m7)trapped no in this they (B)pass beneath an (Em)in 'ly of lampNow I can (C)nev er show my y (B)face low outside at (Em)noon,

at night and you'll (C#dim)on gle ly my instinct the (F#7)walking by the light of the moon.

(B7)The (F#m7)brim I be this of my (B)hat hides the (Em)pray to of a a bove?

I've the (F#m7)face what I de of a (B)sin ner and the (Em)hands the thing I love.

a priest.

Oh, you'll (C)never see my (B)shade or hear the sound of my feet

while there's a (C)moon over (B7)Bourbon

(Em)Street.

(B7)It was

(B7)She (C)moon over (B7)Bourbon

Street.