The Devil Came from Kansas by Cat Stevens Lyrics
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Quote from the song “The Devil Came from Kansas” by Cat Stevens
Oh, 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
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Credits, Cast & Crew of Song “The Devil Came from Kansas”
- Produced: Cat Stevens, Rick Rubin
- Written: Gary Brooker, Keith Reid
- Release Date: October 27, 2014
Additional Information About the Sample “The Devil Came from Kansas”:
- The Devil Came from Kansas Is A Cover Of: The Devil Came from Kansas by Procol Harum
Perfect Lyrics of the Song “The Devil Came from Kansas” Released in 2014
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Oh, 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
Oh, the devil came from Kansas. where he wеnt to I can't say
If you really are my brother thеn 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 'cause 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 turnings 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