Cashman

So this past weekend I saw "Walk the Line" a movie biography of the late great Johnny Cash. I have to admit this moive was one of the "biography movies" I have seen. I have always been a fan of Cash's music. My dad would always listen to him when I was a kid, but not until I say this flick did I have an appreciation of the life of "the man, myth, and legend" of J.R. Cash. He was a man that went after what he wanted. What he wanted in his career. Never giving up, whether someone was standing in his way, or wether it was his personal demons. Also what he wanted in his personal life. He loved his wife June Carter- Cash even before she loved him. He never gave up on her.
Cash put out some great music. I just borrowed a his last CD that he put out before he passed. It contains some great songs including The Man Comes Around, and two covers of songs that I grew up with Hurt, and Personal Jesus. You should check it out.

Here are the lyrics to The Man Comes Around: Cash says that this song might have taken the longest to write out of all the songs he wrote. The lyrics are based on passages from the bible, mostly coming out of Revelations.

The Man Comes Around
And I heard as it were the noise of thunderOne of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse. There's a man going around taking names and he decides
Who to free and who to blame every body won't be treatedQuite the same there will be a golden ladder reaching down
When the man comes around
The hairs on your arm will stand up at the terror in each
Sip and each sup will you partake of that last offered cupOr disappear into the potter's groundWhen the man comes around
CHORUS
Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dyingIts alpha and omegas kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
Till Armageddon no shalom no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chicken's home
The wise man will bow down before the thorn and at his feet
They will cast the golden crowns
When the man 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 written down
When the man comes around