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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            / AOh, the streets of / Ro - / ome are filled with / rubble,            / E	 /                          / DAncient / foo - oot - / prints are every - / where.	 / A                / A        -         D      / AYou could / almost thi - / ink that your  seein` / double,           / E             /		    / A	On the / cold, dark / night on the Spanish / Stairs.E	        /	                     / AGotta hurry on / back to my hotel / room,             / E                           / E       -       A	     / DWhere 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         /	                       / AWhen I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.D  A   D   A   E(no chord)           / A      / A         -         D       / AOh, the hours we / spe - / ent, inside the Coli - / seum.             / E     /                             / A  Dodging / li - ii / ions, and a-wasting / time,               / A                          / A         -        D                    / AOh those / mighty kings of the / jungle, I could hardly stand to / see`em          / E           /                           / AYes it / sure has / been a long, hard / climb.E	         / 	                                          / ATrain 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    -      ASomeday / ev - ery - / thing is gonna sound like a / rhapso - dy            / E         /	                       / AWhen I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.E                       /                               / D -   ASailing 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                 /                               / AOn a / plane ride so / bumby that I almost / cried,D         -         A                / A      -        D        / AClergy 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    -    / AHad to be held / down by big po - / lice.A                         / A     -   D           / ASomeday, every - / thing is gonna be / different,            / E         /	                       / AWhen I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.