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