Lyrics:
'The Devil Came from Kansas' by Procol Harum lyrics by Keith Reid 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'm 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 yuo really are my brother, then you'd better start to pray For the sins of those departed and ones about to go There's a dark cloud just above us - don't tell me 'cause I know I'm 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 Though I never came from Kansas, don't forget to thank the cook Which reminds me of my duty, I was lost but 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'm 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