| Lyrics: | by Bob Dylan
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. |
