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