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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man 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
the Man comes around
The hairs on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that offered cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast crowns
When the Man comes around
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are 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 whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes 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
the Man comes around
The hairs on arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that offered cup?
Or disappear the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast crowns
When the Man comes around
is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices and voices crying
Some are 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 whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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