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