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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 ladder down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The are all wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
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 angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
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 wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
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 ladder down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The are all wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
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 angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
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 wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
the Man comes around
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