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