Oh, the stree^Gts of R^Come ^G Are filled with rub^Gble ^C ^G Ancient footprints ^Dare everywher^Ge ^C ^G You can almost think that you're s^Ceeing ^Gdouble On a ^Dcold dark night on the Sp^Canish ^Gstairs

^DGot to hurry on back to my hotel r^Goom ^C ^G Where I g^Dot me a date with Botticelli's ni^Gece ^C ^G Yeah, she promised that she'd be ^Cthere with ^Gme When I ^Dpaint my master^Gpiece ^C ^G

All the hours I spent inside the coliseum Dodging lions and wasting time Oh these mighty kings of the jungle I can hardly stand to see'em Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb Train wheels rolling through the back of my memory When I stood on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese Someday life will be sweet like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece

I left R^Aome ^D ^A and landed in B^Arussels ^D ^A On fligh^Et so bumpy that I almost cried ^A ^D ^A ^Apreacher men in uniform and you^Dng girls pulli^Ang mussels ^EWell it sure has been a long hard ride ^A ^ENewspaper man eating c^Aandy ^D ^A ^EHad to be held down by big ^Apolice ^ASomeday everything's ^Dgonna be d^Aifferent When I ^Epaint my master^Apiece

Grateful Dead - When i paint my masterpiece