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Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Chant
Randy Scruggs
Randy Scruggs
Guitare acoustique
Smokey Hormel
Smokey Hormel
Guitare acoustique
Benmont Tench
Benmont Tench
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Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
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Rick Rubin
Rick Rubin
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David Ferguson
David Ferguson
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Thom Russo
Thom Russo
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Andrew Scheps
Andrew Scheps
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Chuck Turner
Chuck Turner
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Vlado Meller
Vlado Meller
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"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 around taking 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 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 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 singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling and 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 '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 singing Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum Voices calling and 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 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 his name that sat on him was Death And Hell followed with him"
Writer(s): John R Cash Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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