Ray Wylie Hubbard 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