Standard Tuning Capo 1      Transcribed by Ken Lee 

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.