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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 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 around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the 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 around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha 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 for to against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will his chickens home
The man bow the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man around
is unjust let him be 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 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 Alpha 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 thee to kick against the pricks
In measured weight and pound
When 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 around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the 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 around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha 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 for to against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will his chickens home
The man bow the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man around
is unjust let him be 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 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 Alpha 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 thee to kick against the pricks
In measured weight and pound
When the Man comes around
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