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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 all the same
There'll be a golden down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of that offered cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million singing
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 whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
is let him be still
Listen to the words long down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million 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 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 for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
When the Man around
...
And he who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of that offered cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million singing
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 whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
is let him be still
Listen to the words long down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million 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 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 for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
When the Man around
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