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When I Paint My Masterpiece 4/4 Levon Helm Bob Dylan.
Album: Cahoots 1971 Big Sky Music
Standard Tuning Capo 1 Transcribed by Ken Lee [email protected]
(no chord / / A - D / A
Oh, the streets of / Ro - / ome are filled with / rubble,
/ E / / D
Ancient / foo - oot - / prints are every - / where.
/ / - /
You could / almost thi - / ink that your seein / double,
/ E / / A
On the / cold, dark / night on the Spanish / Stairs.
/ /
Gotta hurry on / back to my hotel / room,
/ / - /
Where I / got me a date with a / pretty little girl from / Greece.
/ / - /
She / pro - o / mised she d be there / with me,
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
(no chord) / A / A - D / A
Oh, the hours we / spe - / ent, inside the Coli - / seum.
/ E / / A
Dodging / li - ii / ions, and a-wasting / time,
/ / - /
Oh those / mighty kings of the / jungle, I could hardly stand to / see em
/ E / / A
Yes it / sure has / been a long, hard / climb.
/ /
Train wheels a- / running through the back of my / memory,
/ / - /
When I / ran on a hilltop / followin a pack of wild / geese,
A / / / D - A
Someday / ev - ery - / thing is gonna sound like a / rhapso - dy
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
/ / -
Sailing round the / world in a dirty gon - / do - la,
/ E / E - / D - E
Oh to be / back in the / land of, / Co - ca - / co - la.
/ / - /
Well I left / Ro - / me, and landed in / Brussels,
/ E / / A
On a / plane ride so / bumby that I almost / cried,
- / - /
Clergy men in uniform, and / young girls pulling / mussels,
/ E / / A
Every - / one was there to / greet me when I stepped in - / side,
/ - /
Newspaper / men eatin / candy,
/ - - /
Had to be held / down by big po - / lice.
/ - /
Someday, every - / thing is gonna be / different,
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
Album: Cahoots 1971 Big Sky Music
Standard Tuning Capo 1 Transcribed by Ken Lee [email protected]
(no chord / / A - D / A
Oh, the streets of / Ro - / ome are filled with / rubble,
/ E / / D
Ancient / foo - oot - / prints are every - / where.
/ / - /
You could / almost thi - / ink that your seein / double,
/ E / / A
On the / cold, dark / night on the Spanish / Stairs.
/ /
Gotta hurry on / back to my hotel / room,
/ / - /
Where I / got me a date with a / pretty little girl from / Greece.
/ / - /
She / pro - o / mised she d be there / with me,
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
(no chord) / A / A - D / A
Oh, the hours we / spe - / ent, inside the Coli - / seum.
/ E / / A
Dodging / li - ii / ions, and a-wasting / time,
/ / - /
Oh those / mighty kings of the / jungle, I could hardly stand to / see em
/ E / / A
Yes it / sure has / been a long, hard / climb.
/ /
Train wheels a- / running through the back of my / memory,
/ / - /
When I / ran on a hilltop / followin a pack of wild / geese,
A / / / D - A
Someday / ev - ery - / thing is gonna sound like a / rhapso - dy
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
/ / -
Sailing round the / world in a dirty gon - / do - la,
/ E / E - / D - E
Oh to be / back in the / land of, / Co - ca - / co - la.
/ / - /
Well I left / Ro - / me, and landed in / Brussels,
/ E / / A
On a / plane ride so / bumby that I almost / cried,
- / - /
Clergy men in uniform, and / young girls pulling / mussels,
/ E / / A
Every - / one was there to / greet me when I stepped in - / side,
/ - /
Newspaper / men eatin / candy,
/ - - /
Had to be held / down by big po - / lice.
/ - /
Someday, every - / thing is gonna be / different,
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.