When I Paint My Masterpiece taby ukulele według Grateful Dead

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Oh, the streets of Rome
                   G      C   G 
Are filled with rubble
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Ancient footprints are everywhere
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You can almost think that you're seeing double
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On a cold dark night on the Spanish stairs

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Got to hurry on back to my hotel room
         D                                G   C  G 
Where I got me a date with Botticelli's niece
                                 C          G 
Yeah, she promised that she'd be there with me
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When I paint my masterpiece

All the hours I spent inside the coliseum
Dodging lions and wasting time
Oh these mighty kings of the jungle I can hardly stand to see'em
Yes, it sure has been a long hard climb

Train wheels rolling through the back of my memory
When I stood on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese
Someday life will be sweet like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

        A   D  A                 A        D   A 
I left Rome       and landed in Brussels
        E                               A     D   A 
On flight so bumpy that I almost cried
A                              D             A 
preacher men in uniform and young girls pulling mussels
E                                      A
Well it sure has been a long hard ride
E                     A      D   A 
Newspaper man eating candy
E                          A 
Had to be held down by big police
A                    D         A 
Someday everything's gonna be different
       E              A 
When I paint my masterpiece