Moon Over Bourbon Street - Sting

Theres a [F#m7]moon over [B7]Bourbon Street [Em] tonight .
I see [F#m7] faces as they [B7]pass beneath the [Em] pale lamp light
I've no [C] choice but to [B7] follow that c[Em]all
The [C#aug] bright lights, the [F#] people, [C] and the moon and a[B7]ll

I [F#m] pray every da[B7]y to be strong [Em]
for I [F#m] know what I do[B7] must be [Em]wrong
Oh you'll [C] never see my sha[B7]de or hear the [Em] sound of my feet
while there's a [C] moon over B[B7]ourbon Stre[Em]et

It was many years ago that I became what I am
I was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb
now I 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

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 Bourbonstreet