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Wrinkled, Crinkled, Wadded Dollar - Dick Curless

Written 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

But I'm not bound and I never will

Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill

No 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

And then 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

No I'm not bound and I never will

Be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill