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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 around names
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on arm stand up
At the terror in sip and in sup
you partake of offered cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man around
the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million angels 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 come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is let him be still
is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and 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 is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on arm stand up
At the terror in sip and in sup
you partake of offered cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man around
the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million angels 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 come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is let him be still
is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and 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 is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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