The Band When I Paint My Masterpiece (ver 2) chords

When I Paint My Masterpiece (ver 2) by The Band

When I Paint My Masterpiece     4/4     Levon Helm     Bob Dylan.
Album: Cahoots 1971 Big Sky Music
Standard Tuning Capo 1  

Took Ken Lee's Version and tried to make it a little simpler to follow, also added a few more D chords

Kevin Traylor (any improvement welcomed, love this song!)

Intro
D   A   D    A    E

(no chord)          A              D             A
Oh, the streets of  Rome are       filled with   rubble,
D       E               D    A
Ancient foot prints are everywhere.
D         A                      D      A
You could almost think that your seein' double,
D      E                       D       A
On the cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
D     E                   D     A
Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room,
D       E                                  D     A
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece.
D   A                        D    A
She promised she'd  be there with me,
D      E        D     A
When I paint my masterpiece.

(repeat intro)
D  A   D   A   E

(no chord)       A                 D   A
Oh, the hours we spent, inside the Coliseum.
D       E            D       A
Dodging lions, and a-wasting time,
D        A                                          D        A
Oh those mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see'em
D      E                     D    A
Yes it sure has been a long, hard climb.
D      E                                          D  A
       Train wheels a running through the back of my memory,
D      E                                    D    A
When I ran on a hilltop followin' a pack of wild geese,
D       A                                D   A
Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody
D      E        D     A
When I paint my masterpiece.

D       E                          D   A
Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola,
D        E                    D    A
Oh to be back in the land of, Coca cola.
D           A                   D   A
Well I left Rome, and landed in Brussels,
D    E                          D      A
On a plane ride so bumpy that I almost cried,
D             A                        D       A
Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels,
D    E                                        D A
Everyone was there to greet me when I stepped inside,
D   E                D  A
Newspaper men eatin' candy,
D         E            D   A
Had to be held down by big police.
D        A                      D   A
Someday, everything is gonna be different,
D      E        D     A
When I paint my masterpiece.