A Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, E A Ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think that you're seein' double 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. A Yup, she promised that she'd be right there with me E 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. F7 A# D# A# I left Rome and landed in Brussels, A#/F F A# With a picture of a tall oak tree by my side. A# D#/A# A# Clergymen in uniform and young girls pullin' muscles, A#/F F A# Everyone was there and nobody tried to hide. F A# Newspapermen eating candy F D# A# Had to be held down by big police. A# D#/A# A# Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent A#/F F A# When I paint my masterpiece. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# D D# E F F7 |