Wrinkled, Crinkled, Wadded Dollar Bill

I've got a lot of blues on my mind

And at least a million miles behind me

And all that I've got between me

And pauper's hill

Is a wrinkled, crincked, wadded dollar bill

Lake Michigan wind sure is cold

And I need me a jacket for my shoulders

I could buy one down at the surplus store

Cheap cotton twill

With my wrinckled crinckled wadded dollar bill

Oh, I'm not bound

And I never will

Be to a wrinkled, crinckled wadded dollar bill

It sure smells good at the bakery

And I stand and let the smell flood over me

They sell them day old cakes mighty cheeply

I could eat my fill

With my wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill

Lake Michigan waves hit the beach

And I stand and let them wash at my feet

And then I throw it just as far as I can

Into the chill

My wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill

'Cause I'm not bound

And I never will

Be to a wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill

No, I'm not bound

And I never will

Be to a wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill