The Devil Came From Kansas

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[Verse 1]

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           The Devil came from 
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Kansas
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        Where he went to I can't 
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say
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        Though I teach I'm not a 
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preacher
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        And I aim to stay that way
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        There's a monkey riding on 
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my back
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        Been there for some time
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        He says he knows me very 
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well
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        But he's no friend of mine
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[Chorus]

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        I am not a humble pilgrim
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        There's no need to scrape
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 and squeeze
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        And don't beg    for 
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silver paper
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        When I'm trying to    sell
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 you cheese

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[Verse 2]

        The Devil came from Kansas
        Where he went to I can't say
        If you really are my brother
        Then you 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 scowl because I know

[Chorus]

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        I am not a humble pilgrim
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        There's no need to scrape
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 and squeeze
                  Gb  Ab          
        And don't beg    for 
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silver paper
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        When I'm trying to    sell
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 you cheese

[Guitar Solo]

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fill)

[Verse 3]

        Though I never came from 
Kansas
        Don't forget to thank the 
cook
        Which reminds me of my duty
        I was lost though 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

[Chorus]

        Bb            Ab  Eb
        I am not a humble pilgrim
        Db         Ab       Ab7  
        There's no need to scrape
      Db
 and squeeze
                  Gb  Ab          
        And don't beg    for 
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silver paper
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        When I'm trying to    sell
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 you cheese

[Coda] (guitar solo; repeat to fade)

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