Chords for The Man Comes Around

_ 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 [C] white horse. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ There's a man going round, taking names, _ and he decides who to free and who to blame.
_ _ _ Everybody won't be treated all the same.
_ _ There'll be a golden ladder, [Am] reaching down, _ _ [Dm] _ [G] when the man comes [C] around.
_ [G] _ _ [C] _ _ _
The hairs on [G] your arm will stand up, _ at the terror in each sip and in each sup. _
Will you partake of [C] that last offered cup, _ _ or disappear into the potter's [Am] ground? _ _
_ [F] _ [G] When the man [C] comes around, _ _ hear the trumpets, hear the pipers. _ _
One hundred million angels singing. _ _
_ _ Multitudes are marching [F] to the big [G] kettle drum.
_ _ Voices calling, voices crying.
_ _ _ Some are born and some are dying.
_ _ _ It's Alpha and [C] Omega's kingdom come.
_ [F] And the whirlwind [C] is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming [Gm] their wicks.
_ [D] _ [F] The whirlwind is [C] in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the fricks.
_ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] Till Armageddon, no shalom, no shalom.
_ Then the [G] father hen will call his chickens home.
_ The wise men will bow down before the throne.
_ [C] And at his feet, they'll pass their [Am] golden crowns.
_ _ [F] _
[G] When the man [C] comes around, _ whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still.
[Cm]
Whoever is [C] righteous, let him be righteous still.
Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still.
Listen to the words, long [Am] written down. _ _ _ _
[G] When the [C] man comes around, _ _ hear the trumpets,
hear the pipers.
_ _ One hundred million angels singing. _ _ _ _
Multitudes are marching to the big
[G] kettle drum. _ _
Voices calling, voices crying. _ _ _
Some are born and some are dying. _ _
It's Alpha and [A] Omega's kingdom [C] come.
_ [F] And the whirlwind [C] is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are [Cm] all trimming their wicks.
_ _ [F] The whirlwind is [C] in the thorn tree.
_ It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
_ _ In measured hundred weight and penny [Am] pound.
_ _ [F] _
[G] When the man [C] comes around. _ _ _
_ _ _ [G] _ _ _ [Cm] _ _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [G#]
Then I heard a voice [G] in the midst of the four beasts.
I looked and behold a pale horse.
[F#] And his name that sat on him was Death.
And Hell followed