I got plenty of nothing
And nothing’s plenty for me
I got no car — got no mule
I got no misery
Folks with plenty of plenty
They’ve got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody’s gonna rob ’em
While there out (a) making more — what for
I got no lock on the door — that’s no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor — that’s OK with me
‘Cause the things that I prize — like the stars in the skies — are all free
I got plenty of nothing
And nothing’s plenty for me
I got my gal — got my song
(I) Got heaven the whole day long
— Got my gal — got my love — got my song