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The Band — When I Paint My Masterpiece Chords

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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.