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 fors ilver 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