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When in Rome - Phil Ochs
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When in Rome Phil Ochs

When in Rome - Phil Ochs
[Verse 1]
In the fire blue forests faded and forgotten
I crawled through the cotton fields, picking for cotton
The overseer sneered, his whipping was rotten
With ecstasy
In child-like terror I tore out the tap roots
The cards of the lash were calling to follow suit
I dashed for the swamps, the hounds in hot pursuit
Jealously
All through the night a figure of fright
As I hid my head
And they buried their nose in a cut of my clothes
Now torn in shreds
And they never would leave until they believed
That I was dead
But I'd never curse their names
Oh, who am I to blame?
I know I'd do the same
Endlessly

[Chorus]
And all the high-born ladies
So lovely and so true
Have been handed to the soldiers
When in Rome do as the Romans do
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