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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
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that offered cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the 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
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen call his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their golden crowns
the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
Multitudes are marching 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 whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to 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 golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that offered cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the 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
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen call his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their golden crowns
the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
Multitudes are marching 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 whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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