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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man going names
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, 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 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
Then the hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and 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 virgins are all trimming their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, 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 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
Then the hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and 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 virgins are all trimming their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man comes around
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