Sting - Moon over bourbon street

Theres a m^F#m7b5oon over B^Bourbon Street ton^Emight I see f^F#m7b5aces as they p^Bass beneath the p^Emale lamp light I've no ch^Coice but to f^Bollow that c^Emall The br^C#dim7ight lights, the p^F#7eople, and the moon and all ^B7 I pr^F#m7b5ay every d^Bay to be str^Emong for I kn^F#m7b5ow what I d^Bo must be wr^Emong

Oh you'll n^Cever see my sh^Bade or hear the s^Emound of my feet while there's a m^Coon over B^B7ourbon Str^Emeet ^{Em Am B7}

It was m^F#m7b5any years ag^Bo that I bec^Emame what I am I was tr^F#m7b5apped in this l^Bife like an ^Eminnocent lamb now I n^Cever show my f^Bace at n^Emoon and you'll ^C#dim7only see me w^F#7alking by the light of the moon ^B7 the br^F#m7b5im of my h^Bat hides the ^Emeye of a beast I've the f^F#m7b5ace of a s^Binner but the h^Emands of a priest

Oh you'll n^Cever see my sh^Bade or hear the sound^Em of my feet while there's a m^Coon over B^B7ourbon Str^Emeet ^{Em Am B7}

She w^F#m7b5alks everyd^Bay through the str^Emeets of New Orleans She's ^F#m7b5innocent and y^Boung from a f^Emamily of means I have st^Cood many t^Bimes outside her w^Emindow at night To str^C#dim7uggle with my ^F#7instinct in the pale moonlight^B7 How c^F#m7b5ould I be this w^Bay when I pr^Emay to god above I must l^F#m7b5ove what I destr^Boy and destr^Emoy the thing I love

Oh you'll n^Cever see my sh^Bade or hear the s^Emound of my feet while there's a m^Coon over B^B7ourbon Str^Emeet