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