Wrinkled, Crinkled, Wadded Dollar Bill
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1. I've got a lot of blues on my mind
C G
And at least a million miles behind me
D C
And all that I've got between me
G
And pauper's hill
D G
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.
D C
R: But I'm not bound and I never will
G D G
Be to a wrinkled, crinkled, wadded dollar bill.
2. 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.
R: Cause I'm not bound and I never will
Be to a wrinkled, crinkled, wadded dollar bill.
R: No I'm not bound and I never will
Be to a wrinkled, crinkled, wadded dollar bill.
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