Song | When I Paint My Masterpiece |
Artist | Bob Dylan |
Album | Side Tracks |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble | |
Ancient footprints are everywhere | |
You can almost think that you’re seein’ double | |
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs | |
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room | |
Where I’ve got me a date with Botticelli’s niece | |
She promised that she’d be right there with me | |
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 | |
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 | |
Sailin’ round the world in a dirty gondola | |
Oh, to be back in the land of Coca-Cola! | |
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 diff’rent | |
When I paint my masterpiece |
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble | |
Ancient footprints are everywhere | |
You can almost think that you' re seein' double | |
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs | |
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room | |
Where I' ve got me a date with Botticelli' s niece | |
She promised that she' d be right there with me | |
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 | |
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 | |
Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola | |
Oh, to be back in the land of CocaCola! | |
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 diff' rent | |
When I paint my masterpiece |
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble | |
Ancient footprints are everywhere | |
You can almost think that you' re seein' double | |
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs | |
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room | |
Where I' ve got me a date with Botticelli' s niece | |
She promised that she' d be right there with me | |
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 | |
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 | |
Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola | |
Oh, to be back in the land of CocaCola! | |
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 diff' rent | |
When I paint my masterpiece |