Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine,
The old Doc knows.
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home,
saying no one knows, so I don't, Honey, when in Rome.
Where can a teacher go?
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows.
Hey, those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home,
And they'll burn warm in the fireplace, Teacher, when in Rome.
Grab a blanket, sister, we'll make smoke signals.
Bring in some new blood
It feels like we're alone.
Grab a blanket, brother,
so we don't catch cold from one another
Oh, I wonder if we're stuck in Rome.
Where can a dead man go?
A question with an answer only dead men know.
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home,
If they spend a lifetime learning how to live in Rome.
Nickel Creek - When in Rome Lyrics
Nickel Creek - When in Rome Lyrics
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Where can a sick man go
When he can't choke down the medicine,
The old Doc knows.
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home,
saying no one knows, so I don't, Honey, when in Rome.
Where can a teacher go?
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows.
Hey, those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home,
And they'll burn warm in the fireplace, Teacher, when in Rome.
Grab a blanket, sister, we'll make smoke signals.
Bring in some new blood
It feels like we're alone.
Grab a blanket, brother,
so we don't catch cold from one another
Oh, I wonder if we're stuck in Rome.
Where can a dead man go?
A question with an answer only dead men know.
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home,
If they spend a lifetime learning how to live in Rome.
When he can't choke down the medicine,
The old Doc knows.
A specialist came to town, but he stays at home,
saying no one knows, so I don't, Honey, when in Rome.
Where can a teacher go?
Wherever she thinks people need the things she knows.
Hey, those books you gave us look good on the shelves at home,
And they'll burn warm in the fireplace, Teacher, when in Rome.
Grab a blanket, sister, we'll make smoke signals.
Bring in some new blood
It feels like we're alone.
Grab a blanket, brother,
so we don't catch cold from one another
Oh, I wonder if we're stuck in Rome.
Where can a dead man go?
A question with an answer only dead men know.
But I'm gonna bet they never really feel at home,
If they spend a lifetime learning how to live in Rome.
Writer: CHRIS THILE
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Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC