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Helen Glazer <[log in to unmask]>
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Thu, 29 Jan 1998 12:06:05 -0500
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Re: Songs about visual art and artists:  How about this?  Chords and
everything.  It's amazing what's out there on the Web.  Took me less
than 3 minutes to find it.

--Helen Glazer
Goucher College
Baltimore, MD USA
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WHEN I PAINT MY MASTERPIECE- Bob Dylan

                    A         D           A

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble

D          A      E         A

Ancient footprints are everywhere

D         A                        D      A

You can almost think that you're seein' double

D     A          E                     A

On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs

E7                                A    D

Got to hurry on back to my hotel room

E7                                          A

Where I've got me a date with Botticelli's niece

D       A                D               A

She promised that she'd be right there with me

D        A   E          A

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



BRIDGE:

 Dm                                 A

Sailin'round the world in a dirty gondola

C#m           D                    E     D  A  B7  E7

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 different

D A       E           D    A Bm A

When I paint my masterpiece

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