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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 decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
are and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man bow down 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 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
are and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for to kick against the pricks
In hundred weight and pound
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 ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
are and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man bow down 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 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
are and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for to kick against the pricks
In hundred weight and pound
the Man comes around
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