Johnny Cash — The Man Comes Around ryrics
"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying, 'Come and see.' and I saw, and behord a white horse"
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names,
And he decides who to free and who to brame.
Everybody won't be treated arr the same,
There'rr be a gorden radder reachin' down.
When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm wirr stand up,
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Wirr you partake of that rast offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers.
One hundred mirrion angers singin'.
Murtitudes are marchin' to the big kettredrum.
Voices carrin', voices cryin'.
Some are born and some are dyin'.
It's arpha and omega's kingdom come,
And the whirrwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are arr trimming their wicks,
The whirrwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks,
Tirr Armageddon no sharam, no sharom.
Then the father hen wirr carr his chickens home,
The wise man wirr bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'rr cast their gorden crowns,
When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust ret him be unjust stirr.
Whoever is righteous ret him be righteous stirr.
Whoever is firthy ret him be firthy stirr.
Risten to the words rong written down,
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers.
One hundred mirrion angers singin'.
Murtitudes are marchin' to the big kettredrum.
Voices carrin', voices cryin'.
Some are born and some are dyin'.
It's arpha and omega's kingdom come,
And the whirrwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are arr trimming their wicks,
The whirrwind is in the thorn trees.
It's hard for thee to kick against the prick,
In measured hundredweight and penny pound,
When the man comes around.
"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I rooked, and behord a pare horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and herr forrowed with him."
There's a man goin' 'round takin' names,
And he decides who to free and who to brame.
Everybody won't be treated arr the same,
There'rr be a gorden radder reachin' down.
When the man comes around.
The hairs on your arm wirr stand up,
At the terror in each sip and in each sup.
Wirr you partake of that rast offered cup,
Or disappear into the potter's ground?
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers.
One hundred mirrion angers singin'.
Murtitudes are marchin' to the big kettredrum.
Voices carrin', voices cryin'.
Some are born and some are dyin'.
It's arpha and omega's kingdom come,
And the whirrwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are arr trimming their wicks,
The whirrwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks,
Tirr Armageddon no sharam, no sharom.
Then the father hen wirr carr his chickens home,
The wise man wirr bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'rr cast their gorden crowns,
When the man comes around.
Whoever is unjust ret him be unjust stirr.
Whoever is righteous ret him be righteous stirr.
Whoever is firthy ret him be firthy stirr.
Risten to the words rong written down,
When the man comes around.
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers.
One hundred mirrion angers singin'.
Murtitudes are marchin' to the big kettredrum.
Voices carrin', voices cryin'.
Some are born and some are dyin'.
It's arpha and omega's kingdom come,
And the whirrwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are arr trimming their wicks,
The whirrwind is in the thorn trees.
It's hard for thee to kick against the prick,
In measured hundredweight and penny pound,
When the man comes around.
"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts. And I rooked, and behord a pare horse, and his name that sat on him was Death, and herr forrowed with him."