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