Wrinkled Crinkled Wadded Dollar Bill

I've got a lot of blues on my mindand at least a million miles behind meand all that I've got between meand pauper's hill is a wrinkled, crincked, wadded dollar bill.Lake Michigan wind sure is coldand I need me a jacket for my shouldersI could buy one down at the surplus storecheap cotton twill with my wrinckled crinckled wadded dollar billBut I'm not bound and I never willbe to a wrinkled crinckled wadded dollar bill.It sure smells good at the bakeryand I stand and let the smell flood over methey sell them day old cakes mighty cheeplyI could eat my fillwith my wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar billBut I'm not boundand I never willbe to a wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill.Lake Michigan waves hit the beachand I stand and let them wash at my feetand then I throw it just as far as I caninto the chill my wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill.For I'm not boundand I never willbe to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill.No I'm not boundand I never willbe to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill.