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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
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a ladder down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
you partake of last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down the thrown
And at His they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
is let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be still
to the long down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear 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 trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a ladder down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
you partake of last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One hundred angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down the thrown
And at His they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
is let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is let him be still
to the long down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear 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 trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and pound
When the Man comes around
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