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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 treated all the same
There'll be a reaching down
When the Man around
The on your arm stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
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 wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's for thee to kick the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long down
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's for to 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 treated all the same
There'll be a reaching down
When the Man around
The on your arm stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last cup?
Or into the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
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 wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's for thee to kick the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long down
When the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's for to against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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