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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man going taking names
And he who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a ladder down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will 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
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, crying
are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for to kick the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long down
When the Man around
the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's 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 against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a ladder down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will 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
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, crying
are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for to kick the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long down
When the Man around
the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's 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 against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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