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