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 Pappers Hill
Is a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
Lake Michigan wind sure is cold
And I need me a jacket for my shoulders
I can get one down at the surples store cheap cotton twill
With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
For I'm not bound and I never will
Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
It sure smells good outside of bakery
And I stand and let the smell flood over me
They sell them day old goodies cheaply could eat my fill
With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
For I'm not bound and I never will...
Lake Michigan waves hit the beach
There they break and wash across my feet
As I throw it just as far as I can into the chill
My wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
For I'm not bound and I never will...
For I'm not bound and I never will...
