The Legend of Guan-Di

A go[G]d of the sun, the moon, the[C] wind and rain
It[D]'s hard to imagine and it may [G]sound absurd
But there's even a patron sa[C]int of bean curd
            [D]                      [G]

Guan Di is his name
[G]Guan Di is his [C]name
[D]Guan Yu, Guan M[G]e, Guan Di
Guan Di is his name    [C]
[D]              [G]

In the mining town of Goldlick the year was eighteen-seventy
The Chi[G]nese came to work and rid th[C]emselves of poverty
Prim[D]itive conditions, long ho[G]urs in the mines
Trying to get ahead, grown [C]men work for dimes
[D]Then one night it hap[G]pened, disaster struck
A rumble from below, the Chine[C]se were stuck
An[D] old Chinaman prayed, f[G]or the loved ones he so cherished
Asking the saint of curd to prot[C]ect the souls who perished
[D]                              [G]

With flashing red eyes and a flowing white beard
Every[G]one knew he was a god to[C] be feared
[D]No living creature surv[G]ived his wrath
Everyone knew not to e[C]ver cross his path
[D]                    [G]