The Devil Came From Kansas

(brooker / reid)

The devil came from kansas. where he went to I cant say
Though I teach Im not a preacher, and I aim to stay that way
Theres a monkey riding on my back, been there for some time
He says he knows me very well but hes no friend of mine

I am not a humble pilgrim
Theres no need to scrape and squeeze
And dont beg for silver paper
When Im trying to sell you cheese
The devil came from kansas. where he went to I cant say
If you really are my brother then youd better start to pray
For the sins of those departed and the ones about to go
Theres a dark cloud just above us, dont tell me cos I know

I am not a humble pilgrim
Theres no need to scrape and squeeze
And dont beg for silver paper
When Im trying to sell you cheese
No I never came from kansas, dont 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
Theres no need to scrape and squeeze
And dont beg for silver paper
When Im trying to sell you cheese