There’s a (F#)moon y years a go o ver (B)Bour bon that Street be to (Em)night.

of what I am.

I see (F#)fac no es as life they (B)pass be neath like the (Em)pale no cent lamp lamb.

light.

I’ve I no (C)choice er show but to (B)fol low outside that (Em)call,

at night

and the (C#dim)bright gle lights, my see me the (F#7)peo ple

and the moon and the all.

I (F#)pray I be this way ev ’ry (B)day

to be (Em)strong, eye

to God of a a beast.

for I (F#)know what I de stroy, what I (B)do ner

must but be (Em)wrong.

the thing I of a priest.

Oh, you’ll (C)nev er

see my (B)shade

or hear the sound of my feet

while there’s a (C)moon

o ver (B7)Bour bon

(Em)Street.

It was (F#)man y ev ’ry day o ver (B)Bour bon that I the to (Em)came of New Or leans.

I was (F#)trapped no in this young they (B)pass be neath from an (Em)in ’ly of lamp means.

light.

Now 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 in stinct the (F#7)walk ing

by the light of the moon.

The (F#)brim I be this way of my (B)hat

hides the (Em)pray eye

to God of a a bove?

I’ve the (F#)face what I de stroy, of a (B)sin ner

and but the (Em)hands the thing I love.

a priest.

Oh, you’ll (C)nev er

see my (B)shade

or hear the sound of my feet

while there’s a (C)moon

o ver (B7)Bour bon

(Em)Street.

It was

She (C)moon

o ver (B7)Bour bon

(CN.C.)Street.