The Man Comes Around - Johnny Cash (Logan End Credits Song) Chords
Tempo:
94.4 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Am
Em
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder.
One of the four beasts sang, come and see.
And I saw, and behold, a white horse.
[G] There's a man going around taking [C] names.
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody will be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching [Am] down
[F] when [G] the man comes [C] 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 [Am] ground
when [F] [G] the man comes [C] around?
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the [Em] big [G] kettle drum.
Voices calling, voices crying.
Some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha and Omega's [C] kingdom come.
And the [F] whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wigs.
[F] The whirlwind is in the [C] thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the priest.
Till Armageddon, no shalom, no shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden [Am] crown
when [G] the man comes [C] 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.
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[Am] when [F] [G] the man comes [C] around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching [F] to the [G] big kettle drum.
Voices calling, voices crying.
Some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom [C] come.
[F] And the whirlwind [C] is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wigs.
The [F] whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the priest.
In measured a hundred weight and [Am] penny pound
[G] when the man comes [C] around.
I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts.
And I looked and behold, a pale horse.
And his name [Bm] that sat on him was Death.
One of the four beasts sang, come and see.
And I saw, and behold, a white horse.
[G] There's a man going around taking [C] names.
And he decides who to free and who to blame.
Everybody will be treated all the same.
There'll be a golden ladder reaching [Am] down
[F] when [G] the man comes [C] 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 [Am] ground
when [F] [G] the man comes [C] around?
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching to the [Em] big [G] kettle drum.
Voices calling, voices crying.
Some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha and Omega's [C] kingdom come.
And the [F] whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wigs.
[F] The whirlwind is in the [C] thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the priest.
Till Armageddon, no shalom, no shalom.
Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
And at his feet they'll cast their golden [Am] crown
when [G] the man comes [C] 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
[Am] when [F] [G] the man comes [C] around.
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
One hundred million angels singing.
Multitudes are marching [F] to the [G] big kettle drum.
Voices calling, voices crying.
Some are born and some are dying.
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom [C] come.
[F] And the whirlwind [C] is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wigs.
The [F] whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the priest.
In measured a hundred weight and [Am] penny pound
[G] when the man comes [C] around.
I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts.
And I looked and behold, a pale horse.
And his name [Bm] that sat on him was Death.
Key:
C
G
F
Am
Em
C
G
F
_ _ _ And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder.
One of the four beasts sang, come and see.
And I saw, and behold, a white horse.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] There's a man going around taking [C] names.
And he decides who to free and who to blame. _ _ _
Everybody will be treated all the same. _
There'll be a golden ladder reaching [Am] down _ _ _
[F] when [G] the man comes [C] 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 [Am] ground
when _ [F] _ [G] the man comes [C] around?
_ _ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
_ One hundred million angels singing. _
_ _ Multitudes are marching to the [Em] big [G] kettle drum.
_ Voices calling, voices crying.
_ _ Some are born and some are dying.
_ _ It's Alpha and Omega's [C] kingdom come.
_ And the [F] whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wigs.
_ _ [F] The whirlwind is in the [C] thorn tree.
_ It's hard for thee to kick against the priest.
_ _ _ _ _ Till Armageddon, no shalom, no shalom.
_ Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
_ _ And at his feet they'll cast their golden [Am] crown
when _ [G] the man comes [C] 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
[Am] when _ [F] _ [G] the man comes [C] around.
_ _ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
_ One hundred million angels singing.
_ _ _ Multitudes are marching [F] to the [G] big kettle drum.
_ _ Voices calling, voices crying.
_ _ _ Some are born and some are dying.
_ It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom [C] come.
_ [F] And the whirlwind [C] is in the thorn tree.
_ The virgins are all trimming their wigs.
_ The [F] whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the priest.
_ In measured a hundred weight and [Am] penny pound
_ _ _ [G] when the man comes [C] around.
I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts.
And I looked and behold, a pale horse.
And his name [Bm] that sat on him was Death. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
One of the four beasts sang, come and see.
And I saw, and behold, a white horse.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
[G] There's a man going around taking [C] names.
And he decides who to free and who to blame. _ _ _
Everybody will be treated all the same. _
There'll be a golden ladder reaching [Am] down _ _ _
[F] when [G] the man comes [C] 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 [Am] ground
when _ [F] _ [G] the man comes [C] around?
_ _ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
_ One hundred million angels singing. _
_ _ Multitudes are marching to the [Em] big [G] kettle drum.
_ Voices calling, voices crying.
_ _ Some are born and some are dying.
_ _ It's Alpha and Omega's [C] kingdom come.
_ And the [F] whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
The virgins are all trimming their wigs.
_ _ [F] The whirlwind is in the [C] thorn tree.
_ It's hard for thee to kick against the priest.
_ _ _ _ _ Till Armageddon, no shalom, no shalom.
_ Then the father hen will call his chickens home.
The wise men will bow down before the throne.
_ _ And at his feet they'll cast their golden [Am] crown
when _ [G] the man comes [C] 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
[Am] when _ [F] _ [G] the man comes [C] around.
_ _ Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers.
_ One hundred million angels singing.
_ _ _ Multitudes are marching [F] to the [G] big kettle drum.
_ _ Voices calling, voices crying.
_ _ _ Some are born and some are dying.
_ It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom [C] come.
_ [F] And the whirlwind [C] is in the thorn tree.
_ The virgins are all trimming their wigs.
_ The [F] whirlwind is in the thorn tree.
It's hard for thee to kick against the priest.
_ In measured a hundred weight and [Am] penny pound
_ _ _ [G] when the man comes [C] around.
I _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts.
And I looked and behold, a pale horse.
And his name [Bm] that sat on him was Death. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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