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, crinkled, 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 wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill But I'm not bound and I never will

Be to a wrinkled crinkled 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 cheaply, 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