I've got a lot of  blues on my  mind And at least a million  miles be-  hind 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 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.    Cause 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.