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When the man comes around

Höfundur lags: Johnny Cash Höfundur texta: Johnny Cash Flytjandi: Johnny Cash Sent inn af: valgardsson
There's a [C]man goin' round takin' names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching [Am]down [F]    
When the [G]Man comes a[C]round

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in his sip and in his sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potters' [Am]ground [F]    
When the [G]Man comes ar[C]ound

[C]Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the b[F]ig cattle d[G]rum  
Voices calling voices crying
Some are born and some of dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdome c[C]ome.

And the wh[F]irlwind is in the th[C]orntree
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
The wh[F]irlwind is in the th[C]orntree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

[C]Till armageddon no shalam no shalome
Then the father-hen will call his chickens home
The wise men will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they'll cast their golden cr[Am]owns [F]    
When the [G]Man comes a[C]round

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written [Am]down [F]    
When the [G]Man comes a[C]round

[C]Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the b[F]ig cattle d[G]rum  
Voices calling voices crying
Some are born and some of dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdome c[C]ome.

And the wh[F]irlwind is in the th[C]orntree
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
The wh[F]irlwind is in the th[C]orntree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In m[C]easured hundredweight and penny[Am] pound [F]    
When the M[G]an comes ar[C]ound.

And I heard a voice amidst of the four beasts,
and I looked and behold a pale horse and his name
that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him.

There's a man goin' round takin' names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in his sip and in his sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup
Or disappear into the potters' ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big cattle drum
Voices calling voices crying
Some are born and some of dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdome come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorntree
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorntree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till armageddon no shalam no shalome
Then the father-hen will call his chickens home
The wise men will bow down before the throne
And at his feet they'll cast their 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
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big cattle drum
Voices calling voices crying
Some are born and some of dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdome come.

And the whirlwind is in the thorntree
And the virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorntree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundredweight and penny pound
When the Man comes around.

And I heard a voice amidst of the four beasts,
and I looked and behold a pale horse and his name
that sat on him was death, and hell followed with him.

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