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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
the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's 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 against the pricks
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen his home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll golden crowns
When the Man around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the long down
When the Man comes around
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 is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
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 around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's 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 against the pricks
Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen his home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll golden crowns
When the Man around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the long down
When the Man comes around
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 is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred and penny pound
the Man comes around
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