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