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When The Man Comes Around 
Medium
by Johnny Cash
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There's a man around names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
is unjust let him be unjust still
is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be still
Listen 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
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 is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
In hundred and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around
The hairs on your arm will up
At the in each sip and in sup
Will you partake of last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's come
And the whirlwind is in the tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen his chickens home
The wise man bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around
is unjust let him be unjust still
is let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be still
Listen 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
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 is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick the pricks
In hundred and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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