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Standard Tuning Capo 1 Transcribed by Ken Lee kandvlee@shaw.ca
D A D A E
(no chord / / A - D / A
Oh, the streets of / Ro - / ome are filled with / rubble,
/ E / / D
Ancient / foo - oot - / prints are every - / where.
/ A / A - D / A
You could / almost thi - / ink that your seein' / double,
/ E / / A
On the / cold, dark / night on the Spanish / Stairs.
E / / A
Gotta hurry on / back to my hotel / room,
/ E / E - A / D
Where I / got me a date with a / pretty little girl from / Greece.
/ A / A - D / A
She / pro - o / mised she'd be there / with me,
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
D A D A E
(no chord) / A / A - D / A
Oh, the hours we / spe - / ent, inside the Coli - / seum.
/ E / / A
Dodging / li - ii / ions, and a-wasting / time,
/ A / 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 / climb.
E / / A
Train wheels a- / running through the back of my / memory,
/ E / E - D / A
When I / ran on a hilltop / followin' a pack of wild / geese,
A / / / D - A
Someday / ev - ery - / thing is gonna sound like a / rhapso - dy
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
E / / D - A
Sailing round the / world in a dirty gon - / do - la,
/ E / E - / D - E
Oh to be / back in the / land of, / Co - ca - / co - la.
/A / A - D / A
Well I left / Ro - / me, and landed in / Brussels,
/ E / / A
On a / plane ride so / bumby that I almost / cried,
D - A / A - D / A
Clergy men in uniform, and / young girls pulling / mussels,
/ E / / A
Every - / one was there to / greet me when I stepped in - / side,
E / E - D / A
Newspaper / men eatin' / candy,
E / E - D - / A
Had to be held / down by big po - / lice.
A / A - D / A
Someday, every - / thing is gonna be / different,
/ E / / A
When I / pai - ai / aint my master - / piece.
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