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