| C | C | C | |
| There's a | man goin' round takin' names |
| C | C | |
| And he decides who to free and who to blame |
| C | C | |
| Everybody won't be treated all the same |
| am | am | F | |
| There'll be a golden ladder reaching | down |
| G | C | C | C | C | |
| When the | Man comes a | round |
| C | C | C | |
| The h | airs on your arm will stand up |
| C | C | |
| At the terror in his sip and in his sup |
| C | C | |
| Will you partake of that last offered cup |
| am | am | F | |
| Or disappear into the potters' g | round |
| G | C | C | C | |
| When the | Man comes a | round |
| Chorus: |
| C | C | C | |
| H | ear the trumpets, hear the pipers |
| C | C | |
| Onehundred million angels singing |
| F | C | G | G | |
| Multitudes are marching to the b | ig c | attle dr | um |
| G | G | |
| Voices calling voices crying |
| G | G | |
| Some are born and some of dying |
| C | C | |
| It's Alpha and Omega's kingdome c | ome. |
| F | C | C | C | |
| And the wh | irlwind is in the th | orntree |
| C | C | |
| And the virgins are all trimming their wicks |
| F | C | C | |
| The wh | irlwind is in the th | orntree |
| C | C | |
| It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks |
| instr: C C |
| C | C | C | |
| 'Till arma | geddon no shalam no shalome |
| C | C | |
| Then the father-hen will call his chickens ho | me |
| C | C | |
| The wise men will bow down before the throne |
| am | am | F | |
| And at his feet they'll cast their golden | cro | wns |
| G | C | C | C | |
| When the | Man comes a | round |
| C | C | |
| Whoever is un | just let him be unjust still |
| C | C | |
| Whoever is | righteous let him be righteous still |
| C | C | |
| Whoever is | filthy let him be filthy still |
| am | am | F | |
| Listen to the words long written | down |
| G | C | C | C | |
| When the | Man comes a | round |
| (repeat chorus) |
| C | am | am | F | |
| In m | easured hundredweight and pennyp | ound |
| G | C | |
| When the M | an comes ar | ound. |
| |: C C C C :| |
| Outro: (spoken) |
| And I heard a voice amidst 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. |