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