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