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
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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 '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
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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'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