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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 decides who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
you of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen will call his home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be filthy still
Listen to the words down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching 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 is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
you of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen will call his home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be filthy still
Listen to the words down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching 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 is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man comes around
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