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When I Paint My Masterpiece

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    When I Paint My Masterpiece     4/4     Levon Helm     Bob Dylan.
    Album: Cahoots 1971 Big Sky Music
    Standard Tuning Capo 1	Transcribed by Ken Lee kandvlee@shaw.ca
    
    D   A   D    A    E
    (no chord             /        / A    -     D            / A
    Oh, the streets of / Ro - / ome are filled with / rubble,
                / E	 /                          / D
    Ancient / foo - oot - / prints are every - / where.
    	 / A                / A        -         D      / A
    You could / almost thi - / ink that your  seein’ / double,
               / E             /		    / A
    On the / cold, dark / night on the Spanish / Stairs.
    E	        /	                     / A
    Gotta hurry on / back to my hotel / room,
                 / E                           / E       -       A	     / D
    Where I / got me a date with a / pretty little girl from / Greece.
           / A         / A       -        D          / A
    She / pro - o / mised she’d  be there / with me,
               / E         /	                       / A
    When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
    D  A   D   A   E
    (no chord)           / A      / A         -         D       / A
    Oh, the hours we / spe - / ent, inside the Coli - / seum.
                 / E     /                             / A
    Dodging / li - ii / ions, and a-wasting / time,
                   / A                          / A         -        D                    / A
    Oh those / mighty kings of the / jungle, I could hardly stand to / see’em
              / E           /                           / A
    Yes it / sure has / been a long, hard / climb.
    E	         / 	                                          / A
    Train wheels a- / running through the back of my / memory,
                / E                   / E     -       D               / A
    When I / ran on a hilltop / followin’ a pack of wild / geese,
    A            /               /                                         / D    -      A
    Someday / ev - ery - / thing is gonna sound like a / rhapso - dy
                / E         /	                       / A
    When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
    
    E                       /                               / D -   A
    Sailing round the / world in a dirty gon - / do -  la,
                 /  E                            /  E    -     / D  -  E
    Oh to be / back in the / land of, / Co - ca - /  co - la.
                   /A     / A     -     D            / A
    Well I left / Ro - / me, and landed in / Brussels,
            / E                 /                               / A
    On a / plane ride so / bumby that I almost / cried,
    D         -         A                / A      -        D        / A
    Clergy men in uniform, and / young girls pulling / mussels,
               / E                       /                                            / A
    Every - / one was there to / greet me when I stepped in - / side,
    E               / E  -  D      /  A
    Newspaper / men eatin’ / candy,
    E                    / E    -      D    -    / A
    Had to be held / down by big po - / lice.
    A                         / A     -   D           / A
    Someday, every - / thing is gonna be / different,
               / E         /	                       / A
    When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
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