Sting - Moon over bourbon street

There's a ^Gm7b5moon over ^C7Bourbon Street ^FmTonight ^{Fm/C Fm} I see ^Gm7b5faces as they^C7 pass beneath the ^FmPale ^Fm/Elamp l^Fm/Ebight ^Fm/D I've no ^Dbchoice but to ^C7follow That ^Fmcall^{Fm/G Fm/Ab Fm/C} The ^Dm7b5bright lights, the ^G7people, And the ^Dbmoon and ^C7all I ^Gm7b5pray every ^C7day To be ^Fmstro^Fm/Gng ^{Fm/Ab Fm/C} For I ^Gm7b5know what I^C7 do Must be ^Fmwrong^{Fm/E Fm/Eb Fm/D} Oh you'll ^Dbnever see my ^C7shade Or hear the ^Fmsound of my feet While there's a ^Dbmoon over ^C7Bourbon ^FmStreet

It was ^Gm7b5many years ago^C7b9 That ^FmI became ^Fm/Ewhat I ^Fm/Ebam ^Fm/D I was ^Gm7b5trapped in this life^C7 Like an ^Fminnocent ^Fm/Glamb ^{Fm/Ab Fm/C} Now I ^Dbnever show my ^C7face At ^Fmnoon^{Fm/G Fm/Ab Fm} And ^Dm7b5you'll only see me ^G7walking By the ^Dblight of the ^C7moon The ^Gm7b5brim of my ^C7hat Hides the ^Fmeye ^Fm/G of a ^Fm/Abbeast ^Fm I've the ^Gm7b5face of a ^C7sinner But the ^Fmhands ^Fm/Eof a p^Fm/Ebriest ^Fm/D Oh you'll ^Dbnever see my ^C7shade Or hear the ^Fmsound of my ^Fm/Efeet ^{Fm/Eb Fm/D} While there's a ^Dbmoon over ^C7Bourbon ^FmStreet

She ^Gm7b5walks everyday^C7b9 Through the ^Fmstreets o^Fm/Ef New O^Fm/Ebrleans ^Fm/D She's ^Gm7b5innocent and young ^C7 From a f^Fmamily of ^Fm/Cmeans ^{Fm Fm/C} I have ^Dbstood many ^C7times Outside her ^Fmwindow at ^Fm/Cnight ^{Fm Fm/C} To s^Dm7b5truggle with my instinct ^G7 in the ^Dbpale moonlight^C7 How ^Gm7b5could I be this ^C7way when I pra^Fmy to^Fm/G god a^Fm/Abbove ^Fm I must ^Gm7b5love what I dest^C7roy and dest^Fmroy the ^Fm/Ething I ^Fm/Eblove ^Fm/D Oh you'll ^Dbnever see my ^C7shade Or hear the ^Fmsound of my ^Fm/Efeet ^{Fm/Eb Fm/D} While there's a ^Dbmoon over ^C7Bourbon ^FmStreet