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