G                 C           G
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.