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