there's a moon over bourbon street tonight. i see faces as they pass beneath the pale lamplight. i've no choice but to follow that call, the bright lights the people and the moon and all. i pray everyday to be strong, for i know what i do must be wrong. oh you'll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet while there's a moon over bourbon street.

it was many years ago that i became what i am , i was trapped in this life like an innocent lamb. now i can 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.