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When The Man Comes Around Medium
de Johnny Cash
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There's a man going around names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast crowns
the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be still
to the words long down
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and crying
are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
When the Man around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast crowns
the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be still
to the words long down
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and crying
are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
When the Man around
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