Tono: D
D
If I had some poet?s wingsGD
I would fly to New Orleans
D
I?d rhyme my trials and my misdeeds
GD
So if you cut the words they would bleed
GD
And in the night when I?m all alone
GD
And the sadness goes to the bone
GD
I?d make the words in the refrain
GD
As lethal as the knives of Spain
If I had some black cat?s bones