Harum Procol Devil Came From Kansas Lyrics

Devil Came From Kansas 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