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

but 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

but i'm not bound

and i never will

be to a 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. for 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.