The Devil Came From Kansas Lyrics - Procol Harum

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 

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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 

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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