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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man taking names
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in 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, the pipers
One hundred singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, 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 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 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 still
Whoever is 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, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are 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 thorn tree
It's hard for thee to the pricks
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in 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, the pipers
One hundred singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, 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 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 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 still
Whoever is 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, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are 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 thorn tree
It's hard for thee to the pricks
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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