When I Paint My Masterpiece Songtext
von The Band with Bob Dylan

Oh, the streets of Rome are filled with rubble
Ancient footsteps are everywhere
You can almost think that you′re seeing double
On a cold, dark night on the Spanish Stairs

Gotta hurry on back to my hotel room
Where I got me a date with a pretty little girl from Greece
And she promised she'd be right there with me
When I paint my masterpiece

Hours I′d spent inside the coliseum
Dodging lions and a-wasting time
Although the mighty kings of the jungle, I could hardly stand to see 'em
Yeah, it sure has been a long, hard drive


Train wheels running through the back of my memory
When I ran on the hilltop, following a pack of wild geese
Someday everything's gonna sound like a rhapsody
When I paint my masterpiece

Sailing ′round the world in a dirty gondola
Gonna be back in the land of Coca-Cola

I left Rome, I parted in Brussels
With a picture of a tall old tree by my side
Clergy men in uniform and young girls pulling mussels
Everyone was there to meet me when I stepped inside

Newspaper men eating candy
Had to be held down by big police
Someday everything is gonna be different
When I paint my masterpiece