Oh, I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me, I've got no car, got no mule, got no misery.
The folks with plenty, oh plenty, got a lock on the door, afraid somebody's going to rob them while they're out making more.
What for? I got no lock on the door, that's no way to be, they can steal the ropes from the floor, that's okay with me, cause the things that I prize, like the stars in the sky, all are free.
Oh, I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me, I've got my girl, got my song, got heaven all day long, no use complaining, ha ha ha, got my girl, got my lord, got my song.
Pockets changed since the woman come to live with me, leaving us with children of our own, and they do really want to be a guest all the time, singing in their arms, help me.
Oh, I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me, I've got the sun, got the moon, got the deep blue sea.
The folks with plenty, oh plenty, got to pray all the day, seems with plenty, you sure got to worry how to keep the devil away, away.
I ain't afraid about hell till the time arrives, never worry long as I'm well, never want to strive to be good, to be bad, what the hell, I'm glad I'm alive.
Oh, I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me, I've got my girl, got my song, got heaven all day long, no use complaining, ha ha ha, got my girl, got my lord, got my song.
got my girl, got my lord, got my song.