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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 ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
are to the big kettledrum
calling, voices crying
are and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen 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
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 down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the is in the thorn tree
The are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for 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 treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
are to the big kettledrum
calling, voices crying
are and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen 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
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 down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the is in the thorn tree
The are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
When the Man around
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