Lyric The Devil Came From Kansas

The Devil came from Kansas. Where he went to I can t say
Though I teach I m not a preacher, and I aim to stay that way
There s a monkey riding on my back, been there for some time
He says he knows me very well but he s no friend of mine

I am not a humble pilgrim
there s no need to scrape and squeeze
and don t beg for silver paper
when I m trying to sell you cheese

The Devil came from Kansas. Where he went to I can t say
If you really are my brother then you d better start to pray
for the sins of those departed and the ones about to go
There s a dark cloud just above us, don t tell me cos I know

I am not a humble pilgrim
there s no need to scrape and squeeze
and don t beg for silver paper
when I m trying to sell you cheese

No I never came from Kansas, don t forget to thank the cook
Which reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I look
for the turning and the signpost and the road which takes you down
to that pool inside the forest in whose waters I shall drown

I am not a humble pilgrim
there s no need to scrape and squeeze
and don t beg for silver paper
when I m trying to sell you cheese