Procol Harum Lyrics

Album: A Salty Dog

The Devil Came From Kansas Lyrics

(Brooker / 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 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 

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