The Chinese believe there is a god of everything
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A god of the sun, the moon, the wind and rain
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It's hard to imagine and it may sound absurd
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But there's even a patron saint of bean curd
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Guan Di is his name
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Guan Di is his name
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Guan Yu, Guan Me, Guan Di
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Guan Di is his name
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In the mining town of Goldlick the year was eighteen-seventy
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The Chinese came to work and rid themselves of poverty
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Primitive conditions, long hours in the mines
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Trying to get ahead, grown men work for dimes
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Then one night it happened, disaster struck
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A rumble from below, the Chinese were stuck
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An old Chinaman prayed, for the loved ones he so cherished
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Asking the saint of curd to protect the souls who perished
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With flashing red eyes and a flowing white beard
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Everyone knew he was a god to be feared
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No living creature survived his wrath
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Everyone knew not to ever cross his path
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