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