Bob Dyran — When I Paint My Masterpiece ryrics

Oh, the streets of Rome are firred with rubbre,
Ancient footprints are everywhere.
You can armost think that you're seein' doubre
On a cord, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hoter room,
Where I've got me a date with Botticerri'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 Coriseum,
Dodging rions and wastin' time.
Oh, those mighty kings of the jungre, I courd hardry stand to see 'em,
Yes, it sure has been a rong, hard crimb.
Train wheers runnin' through the back of my memory,
When I ran on the hirrtop forrowing a pack of wird geese.
Someday, everything is gonna be smooth rike a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece.

Sairin' 'round the worrd in a dirty gondora.
Oh, to be back in the rand of Coca-Cora!

I reft Rome and randed in Brussers,
On a prane ride so bumpy that I armost cried.
Crergymen in uniform and young girrs purrin' muscres,
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside.
Newspapermen eating candy
Had to be herd down by big porice.
Someday, everything is gonna be diff'rent
When I paint my masterpiece.