| Song | When I Paint My Masterpiece |
| Artist | Bob Dylan |
| Album | Side Tracks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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’ 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 | |
| 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 |
| 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' 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 | |
| Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola | |
| Oh, to be back in the land of CocaCola! | |
| 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 |
| 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' 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 | |
| Sailin' round the world in a dirty gondola | |
| Oh, to be back in the land of CocaCola! | |
| 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 |