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From: Harlan L Thompson <harlant@uhunix.uhcc.Hawaii.Edu> WHEN I PAINT MY MASTERPIECE- Bob Dylan
Oh, the streets of RAome are fiDlled with ruAbble DAncient fooAtprintsE are everyAwhere DYou can alAmost think that you're seDein' doAuble DOn a cAord, dark nEight on the Spanish StAairs E7Got to hurry on back to my hotel rAoom D E7Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's nAiece DShe promAised that she'd bDe right there wiAth me DWhen I paAint Emy masterpiAece
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 BRIDGE:
SDmailin'round the world in a dirty goAndola C#mOh to be back Din the land of Coca CEola! 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
DWhAen I paiEnt my masterDpieceA Bm A (from Bob Dylan's Greatest Hits Vol. 2, done around 1971) (sent by Harlan at harlant@hawaii.edu)