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
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