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