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