D# A# D# A# Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, F A# Ancient foot prints are everywhere. D# A# D# A# You could almost think that your seein' double, F A# On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs. F F7 A# Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room, F A# D# Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece. A# D# A# She promised she'd be there with me, F A# When I paint my masterpiece.. Oh, the hours we'd spend inside the Colosseum Dodging lions, and a-wasting 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 a-running thru the back of my memory When I ran on the hilltop following a pack of wild geese Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody When I paint my masterpiece D#m A# Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola, Dm D# F D# A#/D C#dim7 F Oh to be back in the land of, Coca cola. Well, I left Rome and landed in Brussels On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling muscles Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside Newspaper men eating candy Had to be held down by big police But someday everything's gonna be different When I paint that masterpiece | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# C#dim7 D Dm D# D#m F F7 |