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READ THE DESCRIPTION! I'm self-taught, picked the chords for this song myself, so it's up to you to decide, if I'm right or wrong. Chords may be placed a bit wrong above the words, but if you know the sound, it won't be a big problem to figure out how to play and strum them in right time. Here it goes. C3 for the song is: G6 is: -3- -0- -1- -0- -0- -0- -2- -0- -3- -2- -0- -3- Intro C/G
C/GThere's a man goin' 'round, takin' names. An' he decides who to free and who to blame. Everybody won't be treated all the same. There'll be a golden ladder CreacEmhing doAmwn. FWhen the Gman comes aroC/Gund. (C to Em to Am, sounds better as for me) C/GThe hairs on your arm will stand up. At the terror in each sip and in each sup. For you partake of that last offered cup, Or disappear into the pCottEmer's grouAmnd. WheFn the Gman comes arounCd. CHORUS:
CHear the trumpets, hear the pipeC3rs. COne hundred million angels singiC3n'. CMultitudes are marching to the bFig kCettle dG6rum. G6Voices callin', voices cryinG'. G6Some are born an' some are dyinG'. G6It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom coCme. And the Fwhirlwind is in the Cthorn tree. The C/Gvirgins are all trimming their wicks. The Fwhirlwind is in the Cthorn tree. It's C/Ghard for thee to kick against the pricks. VERSE: C/GTill Armageddon, no Shalam, 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 CgoldEmen crAmown. WheFn the Gman comes aroC/Gund. 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 wriEmtten dAmown, WheFn the Gman comes arounCd. CHORUS: CHear the trumpets, hear the piperC3s. COne hundred million angels singinC3'. CMultitudes are marchin' to the bFig keCttle drGum. G6Voices callin', voices cryiGn'. G6Some are born an' some are dyiGn'. G6It's Alpha's and Omega's Kingdom coCme. And the Fwhirlwind is in the Cthorn tC3ree. C/GThe virgins are all trimming their wicks. The Fwhirlwind is in the Cthorn tree. C/GIt's hard for thee to kick against the pricks. In measured hundredweight and pEmenny pounAmd. WheFn the Gman comes arounCd. C/G to fade.