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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 reaching down
When the Man comes 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
the Man around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The is in the tree
It's for thee to kick the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
the Man around
is let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
is let him be filthy still
to the words written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born 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 for 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 reaching down
When the Man comes 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
the Man around
the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming wicks
The is in the tree
It's for thee to kick the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
the Man around
is let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
is let him be filthy still
to the words written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born 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 for to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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