Текст (слова) песни: Grateful Dead - When I Paint My Masterpiece
Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble, Ancient footprints are everywhere. You can almost think that you`re seein` double On a cold dark night on the Spanish Stairs.
Got to hurry on back to my hotel room, Where I`ve got me a date with Botticelli`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 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` thru 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.
Sailin` `round the world in a dirty gondola, 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 diff`rent When I paint my masterpiece.
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