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