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

of what I am.

I see (F#)fac no es as

they (B)pass be neath

the (Em)pale no cent lamp

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

ev ’ry (B)day

to be (Em)strong,

to of a a beast.

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

must 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 o ver (B)Bour bon that I the to (Em)came of New Or leans.

I was (F#)trapped no in this

they (B)pass be neath

an (Em)in ’ly of lamp

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

of my (B)hat

hides the (Em)pray

to of a a bove?

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

and 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.