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I've got a lot of blues on my mind
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and at least a million miles behind me
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and all that I've got between me
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and pauper's hill
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is a wrinkled, crincked, wadded dollar bill.
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Lake Michigan wind sure is cold
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and I need me a jacket for my shoulders
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I could buy one down at the surplus store
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cheap cotton twill
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with my wrinckled crinckled wadded dollar bill
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But I'm not bound
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and I never will
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be to a wrinkled crinckled wadded dollar bill.
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It sure smells good at the bakery
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and I stand and let the smell flood over me
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they sell them day old cakes mighty cheeply
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I could eat my fill
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with my wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill
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But I'm not bound
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and I never will
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be to a wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill.
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Lake Michigan waves hit the beach
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and I stand and let them wash at my feet
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and then I throw it just as far as I can
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into the chill
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my wrinkled, crinkled wadded dollar bill.
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For I'm not bound
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and I never will
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be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill.
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No I'm not bound
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and I never will
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be to a wrinkled crinkled wadded dollar bill.
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Wrinkled Crinkled Wadded Dollar Bill
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| Johnny Cash |
