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When The Man Comes Around Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man going around names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
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 thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen 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
is unjust let him be unjust still
is righteous let him be righteous still
is let him be filthy still
Listen to the long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When 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 reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in sip and in each sup
Will you of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
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 thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen 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
is unjust let him be unjust still
is righteous let him be righteous still
is let him be filthy still
Listen to the long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred million singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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