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out in the road i find the high noon pleasin' these winds is cold it's almost typhoon season ride to the next city, just me and my crew the sun is out we gots a real nice view birds is chirpin' as i'm countin' some deer i think i could see fuji mountain from here the ground is smooth, we should remember this road eh yo, slow down man, you got the slenderest load just take your time, we're savoring the scenery the neighboring serene and all the waivering of greenery it really is a dream to see, that's no doubt and i'm glad to find out these crops survived the long drought i gamble but i wouldn't have played with the odds these farmers must've definitely prayed to the gods they're taking all the wheat and rice inside same deal every year, they take it all in stride the stables is busy, the doors opened wide because taxes is comin', so they hope and hide all they can for they selves, these landlords is brutal with their samurai armies, resistance is futile the lord of this region's been reputed to loot and he'll pillage your village and then give you the boot it's tough livin' out the life and times of farmers in strife and crimes by honored officials with no reason to their rhymes leavin' barely enough for these cats Letras de cancionesagainst they wish, in fact, what type of ish is that out in the road i find the high noon pleasin' these winds is cold it's almost typhoon season goin' where we goin' there's no knowin' if the danger is growin' which way the wind is blowin' or if it's snowin' or if we'll come across a crow that's crowin' and bad omens are flowin' we'll pray for any mercy gods might be showin' if they show any mercy at all to travelers in the fall who haul their livelihoods and call no place home but just crawl from land to land in small but tight bands of companions who ride tall through every place they roam and as the day turns to night and the light is less bright well ignite a fire and recite tales of fright and delight in reminiscing of sights we found exciting and we might just figure everything will be alright and maybe it's just me but i think we'd all agree that in everything from this tree to the sea's a deity and gee, they're just about as pure as can be and to see the beauty in 'em is the key to being free From Letras Mania