paroles de chanson The Man Comes Around (Early Take) - Johnny Cash
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
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
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
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
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