The Knives Of Spain - Ray Wylie Hubbard

If I had some poet’s wings

I would fly to New Orleans

I’d rhyme my trials and my misdeeds

So if you cut the words they would bleed

And in the night when I’m all alone

And the sadness goes to the bone

I’d make the words in the refrain

As lethal as the knives of Spain

If I had some black cat’s bones

I’d take the things down to Antone’s

Then I’d steal what I really need

I’d take it home and I’d Let It Bleed

And in the night when I’m by myself

I’d take what it was down from the shelf

When I find the words in the refrain

As lethal as the knives of Spain

If I had some grains of faith

Well I’d keep 'em where they were safe

Then I would not disbelieve

Be corrupted or deceived

And in the night when no one’s around

I would kneel down upon the ground

When I find the words in the refrain

As lethal as the knives of Spain

And in the night when no one’s around

I would kneel down upon the ground

When I find the words in the refrain

As lethal as the knives of Spain