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 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 okay 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