Man Comes Around is one of the most popular songs of the time. Man Comes Around lyrics written by John R Cash. This song has sung by Johnny Cash.
| Singer | Johnny Cash |
| Released | 2002 |
| Album | American IV: The Man Comes Around |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
Man Comes Around Lyrics
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 will be a golden ladder reachin’ down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter’s ground
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When the man comes around?
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin’
Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettledrum
Voices callin’ and voices cryin’
Some are born and some are dyin’
Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimmin’ their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
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It’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks
‘Til Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at his feet, they’ll cast the 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
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When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singin’
Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettledrum
Voices callin’, voices cryin’
Some are born, and some are dyin’
It’s Alpha and Omega’s kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimmin’ their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It’s very hard to kick against the pricks
In measured thinning weight and hundred pound
When the man comes around.
There’s a man goin’ ’round takin’ names.
An’ 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 in each sup.
Or disappear into the potter’s ground.
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singin’.
Multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born an’ some are dyin’.
It’s Alpha’s 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 crown.
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 singin’.
Multitudes are marchin’ to the big kettle drum.
Voices callin’, voices cryin’.
Some are born an’ some are dyin’.
It’s Alpha’s 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 hundredweight and penny pound.
When the man comes around.
