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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

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