D a d a e (no chord) a d a Oh, the streets of rome are filled with rubble, E a d Ancient footprints are everywhere. A d a You could almost think that your seeing double, E a On the cold, dark night on the spanish stairs. E a Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room, E a d Where i got me a date with a pretty little girl from greece. A d a She promised she'd be there with me, E a When i paint my masterpiece. D a d a e (no chord) a d a Oh, the hours we spent, inside the coliseum. E 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 E a Yes it sure has been a long, hard drive. E a Train wheels a-running thru the back of my memory, E a d When i ran on a hilltop following a pack of wild geese, A d a Someday everything is gonna sound like a rhapsody E a When i paint my masterpiece. Am c#m Sailing round the world in a dirty gondola, D bb e d c#m d e Oh to be back in the land of, c**a-cola. D a d a Well i left rome, and landed in brussels, E a On a plane ride so bumby that i almost cried, D a d a Clergy men in uniform, and young girls pulling mussels, E a Everyone was there to greet me when i stepped inside, E a Newspaper men eating candy, E a d Had to be held down by big police. A d a e a Someday, its gonna be different, when i paint my masterpiece.