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