I've got a lot of blues on my mind
And at least a million miles be- hind me
And all that I've got between me N.C.
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 could buy one down at the surplus store N.C.
Cheap cotton twill
With my wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill.
But I'm not bound and I never will N.C.
Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill.
It sure smells goo d at the bakery
And I stand and let the s mell flood over me
They s ell them day old cakes might y che N.C. aply
I could eat my fill
With my wrinkled crinkled wa dded dollar bill
La ke Michigan wave s hit the beach
And I stand and let them wash at my feet
And th en I throw it just as far as I ca N.C. n
Into the chill
My wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill.
Cause I'm not bound and I never wi ll N.C.
Be to a wr inkled crinkled wadd ed dollar bill.
No I'm not bound and I never will N.C.
Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill.