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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man going around names
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in sip and in sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One angels singing
are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are 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 wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen call his home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words written down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices and 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 are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man around
...
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in sip and in sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One angels singing
are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are 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 wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen call his home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words written down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices and 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 are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man around
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