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.