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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 treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million singing
are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
are born and are dying
It's 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
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen will his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom 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
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
...
And he decides who to free and who to blame
won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One million singing
are to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
are born and are dying
It's 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
Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the hen will his chickens home
The man will bow down before the thrown
And at His feet they'll cast crowns
When the Man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
to the long written down
When the Man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom 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
In hundred weight and penny pound
When the Man comes around
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