D
If I had some poet’s wings
G D
I would fly to New Orleans
D
I’d rhyme my trials and my misdeeds
G D
So if you cut the words they would bleed
Chorus 1:
G D
And in the night when I’m all alone
G D
And the sadness goes to the bone
G D
I’d make the words in the refrain
G D
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
Chorus 2:
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
Chorus 3:
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.
Chorus 3
