I Got Plenty O' Nuttin'

Oh, I got plenty of nothin'

And nothing's plenty for me

I got no car, got no mule

I got no misery

Folks with plenty o' plenty

They got a lock on the door

Afraid somebody's going to rob 'em

While they're out and making more

What for?

I got no lock on the door

That's no way to be

Man, 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

Oh, I got plenty of nothin'

And nothing's plenty for me

I got my girl, got my song

Got Heaven the whole day long

No use complaining

Got my girl, got my Lord

Got my song

Oh, song

I ain't frightened about hell

'Til the time arrives

I'll never worry, long as I'm well

Never one to strive

To be good, to be bad

What the hell?

I am glad, I'm alive

Oh, I got plenty of nothin'

And nothing's plenty for me

I got my gal, I got my song

I got the Heaven the whole day long

Man, there's no use complaining

Got my girl, got my Lord

Got my song