Procol Harum - The Devil Came From Kansas Lyrics
(brooker / reid)The devil came from kansas. where he went to I cant sayThough I teach Im not a preacher, and I aim to stay that wayTheres a monkey riding on my back, been there for some timeHe says he knows me very well but hes no friend of mineI am not a humble pilgrimTheres no need to scrape and squeezeAnd dont beg for silver paperWhen Im trying to sell you cheeseThe devil came from kansas. where he went to I cant sayIf you really are my brother then youd better start to prayFor the sins of those departed and the ones about to goTheres a dark cloud just above us, dont tell me cos I knowI am not a humble pilgrimTheres no need to scrape and squeezeAnd dont beg for silver paperWhen Im trying to sell you cheeseNo I never came from kansas, dont forget to thank the cookWhich reminds me of my duty: I was lost and now I lookFor the turning and the signpost and the road which takes you downTo that pool inside the forest in whose waters I shall drownI am not a humble pilgrimTheres no need to scrape and squeezeAnd dont beg for silver paperWhen Im trying to sell you cheese
