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...