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