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