Moon Over Bourbon Street
Ton : EEnglish
There's a F#m7(b5)moon over BB7ourbon Street Emtonight
I see F#m7(b5)faces as theyB7 pass beneath thEme pale lamp light
I've no Cchoice but toB7 follow thaEmt call
The G(dim)bright lights, theF#7 people, and thCe moon aB7nd all
IF#m7(b5) pray every B7day to beEm strong
For I F#m7(b5)know what IB7 do must bEme wrong
Oh you'll Cnever see myB/F# shade or hear thEme sound of my feet
While there's a Cmoon overB7 BourboEmn Street
It was F#m7(b5)many years B7ago that I becameEm what I am
I was F#m7(b5)trapped in thisB7 life like aEmn innocent lamb
Now I Cnever show myB7 face aEmt noon
And G(dim)you'll only see meF#7 walking by thCe light of tB7he moon
The F#m7(b5)brim of my B7hat hides theEm eye of a beast
I've the F#m7(b5)face of a sB7inner but the Emhands of a priest
Oh you'll Cnever see myB/F# shade or hear thEme sound of my feet
While there's a Cmoon overB7 bourboEmn 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 moon light
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