The Man Comes Around Chords by Jorma Kaukonen

_ [C] 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. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] There's a man going round, [C] taking names, _ and he decides who to free and who to blame.
_ _ _ Everybody won't be treated all the same.
_ _ There'll be a [Cm] golden ladder, [Am] reaching down, _ _ [Dm] _ [F] _
[G] when the man comes [C] around.
_ _ [Gm] _ [C] _ _
_ _ 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 [G] the [Am] potter's 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 [C] big [G] kettledrum. _ _
Voices calling, voices crying, _ _ _ some are born and some are dying. _ _ _
It's Alpha and [C] Omega's kingdom come. _
And [F] the whirlwind is in [C] the thorn tree, _ the virgins are all trimming their [Gm] wicks. _ _
[C] _ [F] _ The whirlwind is [C] in the thorn tree, _ it's hard for thee to kick against the frizz. _
[Cm] _ _ _ _ [C] Till Armageddon, no shalom, no [Cm] shalom.
_ Then the father [C] hen will call his chickens home.
_ _ The wise men will bow down before the throne, _ and at his feet they'll [G] cast their [Am] golden crowns.
_ _ [F] _
[G] When the man [C] 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 [Am] written down.
_ _ _ [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 [C] big [G] kettledrum. _
_ 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 [Cm] their wicks. _ _
_ _ [F] The whirlwind is [C] in the thorn tree, _ [Cm] it's hard for thee [C] to kick against the pricks. _
In measured hundred weight [Am] and penny pound, _
_ [F] _ [G] when the man [C] comes around. _
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_ [Cm] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
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_ _ _ 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. _ _ _
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