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