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