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Tom: C
 
(Spoken:)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 !   - C ~ ~
 
                 C
1. 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,
                                         Am
    there’ll be a golden ladder reaching down,
F            G             C
    when the man comes around.
 
        C
2. 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,
                                     Am
    or disappear into the potter’s ground.
F              G             C
    when the man comes around ?
 
       C                        ~
    Hear the trumpets, here the pipers, 
                                 ~
    one hundred million angels singing, 
                                F    C        G
    multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
     G7                  G        ~
    Voices calling, voices crying, 
     G7                     G         ~
    some are born and some are dying,
                                 C
    it’s alpha and omegas kingdom come.
 
             F                          C
    And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees,
 
    the virgins are all trimming their wicks.
         F                         C
    The whirlwind is in the thorn trees,
        
    it’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks.
 
                    C
3. Till Armaggedon no shalam, no shalom,
 
    then the father hen will call his chickens home.
 
    The wise men will bow down before the throne,
                                           Am
    and at his feet they’ll cast a golden crown,
F            G            C
    when the man comes around.
 
          C
4. Whoever is unjust, let him be unjust still !
 
    Whoever is righteous, let him be righteous still !
 
    Whoever is filthy, let him be filthy still !
                                      Am
    Listen to the words long written down, 
F           G            C
    when the man comes around.
 
       C                            ~
    Hear the trumpets, here the pipers,
                                   ~
    one hundred million angels singing,
                                F    C        G
    multitudes are marching to the big kettle drum.
     G7                  G        ~
    Voices calling and voices crying,
     G7                  G        ~
    some are born and some are dying,
                                  C
    it’s alpha and omegas kingdom come.
 
              F                          C
    And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
 
    the virgins are all trimming their wicks.
            F                   C
    The whirlwind is in the thorn trees,
        
    it’s hard for thee to kick against the pricks,
                                          Am
    In measured  a hundredweight and penny pound,
F           G          C
    when the man comes around.
 
(Spoken : ) And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts,
and I looked and behold ! A pale horse ! 
And it’s name, it said on him, was death, and Hell followed with him.