When I Paint My Masterpiece by Bob Dylan sung by Emmylou Harris D A D A E A D A Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, D E D A Ancient foot prints are everywhere. D A D A You could almost think that your seein' double, D E D A On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs. D E D A Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room, D E D A Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece. D A D A She promised she'd be there with me, D E D A When I paint my masterpiece. A D A Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum. D E D A Dodging lions, and a-wasting time, D A D A Oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see'em D E D A Yes it sure has been a long, hard climb. D E D A Train wheels a running through the back of my memory, D E D A When I ran on a hilltop followin' a pack of wild geese, D A D A Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody D E D A When I paint my masterpiece. D E D A Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola, D E D A Oh to be back in the land of, Coca cola. D A D A Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels, D E D A On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried, D A D A Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels, D E D A Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside, D E D A Newspaper men eatin' candy, D E D A Had to be held down by big police. D A D A Someday, everything is gonna be different, D E D A When I paint my masterpiece.