D D A/e E A
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A D/a A
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
(D/a) A/e E A
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
D/a A D/a A
You can almost think that you're seein' double
(D/a) A/e E A
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
E D A
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
E D A
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.
D/a A D/a A
Yup, she promised that she'd be right there with me
(D/a) A/e E A D/a A
When I paint my masterpiece.
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,
as the daylight hours do increase
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.
*)
/a-g#-g-f# F . . .
F7 Bb Eb Bb
I left Rome and landed in Brussels,
Bb/f F Bb
With a picture of a tall oak tree by my side.
Bb Eb/Bb Bb
Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles,
Bb/f F Bb
Everyone was there and nobody tried to hide.
F Bb
Newspapermen eating candy
F Eb Bb
Had to be held down by big police.
Bb Eb/Bb Bb
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
Bb/f F Bb
When I paint my masterpiece.
*) The following two lines are not included in the Greatest Hits version, but were sung at this place during the Rolling Thunder Revue (1975):
Sailin’ ‘round the world in a dirty gondola.
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola!
Version with capo on the 2nd fret:
C C G/d D G
G C/g G
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
C/g G/d D G
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
C/g G C/g G
You can almost think that you're seein' double
C/g G/d D G C/g G
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
D C G
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
D C G
Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece.
C/g G C/g G
Yup, she promised that she'd be right there with me
C/g G/d D G C/g G
When I paint my masterpiece.
Version from Palo Alto, 14 Oct 2019
A D A
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
E D A
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
A D A
You can almost think that you're seein' double
E A
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
E A
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
E A
Gotta wash off my clothes, scrape off all of the grease.
Gonna lock the door, turn my back on the world for a while
E E7 D A
Gonna stay right there till I paint my masterpiece.
Oh the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum dodging lions with that mean and hungry look those mighty kings of the jungle well I could hardly stand to see 'em I could see 'em coming, I could read their faces just like a book Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory, when I ran off a hilltop following a pack of wild geese. Someday, everything is gonna be different. When I paint my masterpiece. [instrumental verse, regular rhythm]
Dm A
"Sailin' 'round the world full of crimson and clover
C# D
oh Lord sometimes I feel just like my
B E /d C#m Bm7
cup is runnin' o - ver
A D/a . A
I left Rome and I pulled into Brus- sels
on a plane ride so bumpy that it made me ill
Clergymen in uniform, young girls pullin' muscles
everyone was there to meet me comin' down the hill
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held down by big police.
Someday, everything is gonna be beautiful
When I paint my masterpiece.
Version from Shadow Kingdom
G
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble,
D G
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
G
You can almost think that you're seein' double
D G
On a cold, dark night by the Spanish Stairs.
D G
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room,
D G
Gotta wash off my clothes, scrape off all of the grease.
[n.c.] G
Gonna lock the doors and turn my back on the world for a while
D7 G
Gonna stay right there till I paint my masterpiece.
Well, the hours I've spent inside the Coliseum dodging lions with that mean and hungry look those mighty kings of the Jungle I could hardly stand to see 'em I could see 'em coming, I could read their faces like a book Train wheels runnin' through the back of my memory, when I ran off a hilltop following a pack of wild geese. Someday, everything is gonna be different. When I paint my masterpiece.
Cm G
"Sailin' 'round the world full of crimson and clover
Bm . C
sometimes I feel just like my cup is
D . . . /c . . . /b . . . D
Runnin' o - ver
I left Rome and I pulled into Brussels
on a plane ride so bumpy that it made me ill
Clergymen in uniform, and young girls pullin' muscles
everyone was there to meet me comin' down the hill
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be held back by big police.
Someday, everything is going to be beautiful
When I paint my masterpiece.
Outro:
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