[00:11.510]There’s a moon over bourbon street tonight
[00:17.500]I see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight
[00:23.330]I’ve no choice but to follow that call
[00:29.470]The bright lights, the people, and the moon and all
[00:35.150]I pray everyday to be strong
[00:44.170]For I know what I do must be wrong
[00:46.080]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[00:51.850]While there’s a moon over bourbon street
[01:07.210]It was many years ago that I became what I am
[01:12.830]I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
[01:18.670]Now I can never show my face at noon
[01:24.400]And you’ll only see me walking by the light of the moon
[01:30.500]The brim of my hat hides the eye of a beast
[01:36.540]I’ve the face of a sinner but the hands of a priest
[01:42.090]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[01:47.500]While there’s a moon over bourbon street
[02:15.130]
[02:26.760]He walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
[02:32.320]He’s innocent and young from a family of means
[02:37.710]I have stood many times outside the window at night
[02:43.730]To struggle with my instinct in the pale moon light
[02:50.030]How could I be this way when I pray to God above
[02:55.370]I must love what I destroy and destroy the thing I love
[03:01.180]Oh you’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet
[03:06.390]While there’s a moon over bourbon street
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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
He walks everyday through the streets of New Orleans
He’s innocent and young from a family of means
I have stood many times outside the 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