G
C
G
I’ve got a lot of blues on my mind
C
G
And at least a million miles behind me
D7
C
And all that I’ve got between me
G
And pauper’s hill
D7
G
Is a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
C
G
Lake Michigan wind sure is cold
C
G
And I need me a jacket for my shoulders
D7
C
I could buy one down at the surplus store
G
Cheap cotton twill
D7
G
With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
D7
C
But I’m not bound and I never will be
G
D7
G
To a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
C
G
It sure smells good at the bakery
C
G
And I stand and let the smell flood over me
D7
C
They sell them day old cakes mighty cheaply
G
I could eat my fill
D7
G
With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
C
G
Lake Michigan waves hit the beach
C
G
And I stand and let them wash at my feet
D7
C
And then I throw it just as far as I can
G
Into the chill
D7
G
My wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
D7
C
Cause I’m not bound and I never will be
G
D7
G
To a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
D7
C
No I’m not bound and I never will be
G
D7
G
To a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill
G
C
D7
