When I Paint My Masterpiece
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Oh the streets of Rome arAe filled wDith rubble A
ADncient footAprints Eare everywAhere
YDou can almAost think that you're seeDin' douAble
ODn a coArd dark niEght on the Spanish StaAirs
GE7ot to hurry on back to my hotel roAom D
WE7here I've got me a date with Botticelli's niAece
SDhe promiAsed that she'd beD right there witAh me
WDhen I paiAnt mEy masterpieAce
Oh the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum
Dodging lions and wastin' time
Oh those mighty kings of the jungle
I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yes it sure has been a long hard climb
Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece
SaDmilin'round the world in a dirty gonAdola
ODbmh to be back iDn the land of Coca CoEla! D A B7 E7
I left Rome and landed in Brussels
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside
Newspapermen eating candy had to be held down by big police Someday
everything is gonna be different
WDhen AI paintE my masterpiDece A Bm A