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 Poppers 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
Oh 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 Smells 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’m Standing’ 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