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
(chorus)
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
(verse 2)
The Devil came from Kansas
(drum fill)
(verse 3)