The Knives Of Spain

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