The Man Comes Around (Alt take) Lyrics

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The Man Comes Around (Alt take) Lyrics by Johnny Cash

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The Man Comes Around (Alt take) Lyrics 
And I heard as it were the noise of thunder  
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw 
And behold a white horse... 
There's a man going 'round taking 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 each sip and each sup 
Will you partake of that last offered cup 
Or disappear into the potter's ground 
When the man comes around 
CHORUS  
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers 
One hundred million angels singing 
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum 
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 trimming 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 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 
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When the man comes around 
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers 
One hundred million angels singing 
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum 
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 trimming their wicks 
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree 
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks 
In measured a hundred weight and penny pound 
When the man comes around 
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts 
And I looked and behold, a pale horse 
And it's name that sat on him was Death 
And Hell followed with him.

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