LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeWrinkled 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 hillis 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 twillwith my wrinckled crinckled wadded dollar billBut I'm not boundand 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 chillmy 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.
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