Letra de «Wrinkled Crinkled Wadded Dollar Bill»
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, crincked, 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 Cheap cotton twill With my wrinckled crinckled wadded dollar bill
But I'm not bound And I never will Be to a wrinkled crinckled 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 cheeply 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.
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.
Lake Michigan wind sure is cold And I need me a jacket for my shoulders I could buy one down at the surplus store Cheap cotton twill With my wrinckled crinckled wadded dollar bill
But I'm not bound And I never will Be to a wrinkled crinckled 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 cheeply 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.
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.
