Wrinkled Crinkled Wadded Dollar Bill 歌词

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.