Standard (EADGBE)

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 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

Chorus

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

Chorus

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