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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by 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 treated all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in sip and in sup
you partake of that offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the hen will 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 righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
In hundred weight and pound
the Man comes around
...
And he who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in sip and in sup
you partake of that offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the hen will 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 righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
In hundred weight and pound
the Man comes around
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