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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 all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are 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 trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words written down
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices 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 is in the thorn tree
It's hard 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
won't be all the same
There'll be a golden reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are 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 trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen call his home
The wise man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll golden crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the words written down
the Man around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million angels singing
Multitudes are to the big kettledrum
Voices 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 is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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