Wrinkled, Crinkled, Wadded Dollar - Dick Curless

Lyrics by：Vincent Matthews

Composed by：Vincent Matthews

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 pauper's 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 at the surplus store

Cheap cotton twill

With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill

But I'm not bound and I never will

Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill

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

Transients are welcome says the sign

One half gets the room the other the wine

But tomorrow would start right on time darned if I will

With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill

But I'm not bound and I never will

Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill

Lake michigan waves hit the beach

And I stand and let them wash at 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

Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill

For I'm not bound and I never will

Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill