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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man going taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
the Man around
The on your arm will stand up
At the terror 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 million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the 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 man bow before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
the Man comes around
is unjust let him be still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
is let him be still
Listen to the 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 calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
the Man around
The on your arm will stand up
At the terror 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 million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the 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 man bow before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast golden crowns
the Man comes around
is unjust let him be still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
is let him be still
Listen to the 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 calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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