Paroles de 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, 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