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 surples 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 [ guitar ] 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 standin' 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