The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash

[00:01.11]The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash
[00:02.41]"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder
[00:06.86]One of the four beasts saying,
[00:09.19]'Come and see.' and I saw, and behold a white horse"
[00:25.42]There's a man goin' 'round takin' names
[00:30.07]And he decides who to free and who to blame
[00:35.79]Everybody won't be treated all the same
[00:40.38]There'll be a golden ladder reachin' down
[00:46.7]When the man comes around
[00:52.92]The hairs on your arm will stand up
[00:57.87]At the terror in each sip and in each sup
[01:03.06]Will you partake of that last offered cup
[01:07.94]Or disappear into the potter's ground?
[01:14.020004]When the man comes around
[01:18.22]Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
[01:22.7]One hundred million angels singin'
[01:27.95]Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
[01:34.1]Voices callin', voices cryin'
[01:39.07]Some are born and some are dyin'
[01:43.58]It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
[01:48.4]And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
[01:53.82]The virgins are all trimming their wicks
[01:58.7]The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
[02:03.5]It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
[02:10.67]Till armageddon no shalam, no shalom
[02:15.82]Then the father hen will call his chickens home
[02:20.93]The wise man will bow down before the throne
[02:25.82]And at his feet they'll cast their golden crowns
[02:31.89]When the man comes around
[02:35.69]Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
[02:41.14]Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
[02:45.74]Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
[02:50.78]Listen to the words long written down
[02:56.45999]When the man comes around
[03:00.58]Hear the trumpets hear the pipers
[03:05.02]One hundred million angels singin'
[03:10.31]Multitudes are marchin' to the big kettledrum
[03:16.48]Voices callin', voices cryin'
[03:21.39]Some are born and some are dyin'
[03:25.95]It's alpha and omega's kingdom come
[03:30.74]And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
[03:35.92]The virgins are all trimming their wicks
[03:40.72]The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
[03:45.68]It's hard for thee to kick against the prick
[03:50.51]In measured hundredweight and penny pound
[03:56.47]When the man comes around
[04:09.55]"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
[04:12.8]And I looked, and behold a pale horse
[04:15.95]And his name that sat on him was death,
[04:19.1]and hell followed with him"