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When The Man Comes Around 
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de Johnny Cash
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There's a man around names
And he who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that offered cup?
Or the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are 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 their wicks
The is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen call his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their crowns
When the Man around
Whoever is let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When 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 and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
the Man comes around
...
And he who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that offered cup?
Or the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are 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 their wicks
The is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen call his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His they'll cast their crowns
When the Man around
Whoever is let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When 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 and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all their wicks
The is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
the Man comes around
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