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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 golden ladder reaching down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast 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
to the long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices 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 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 treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you of that cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
are and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's for thee to kick against the pricks
no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast 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
to the long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices 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 for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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