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