I got mason jars for flowers and for wine

And a boot by the washing machine for the nickels and dimes

This place ain't much to look at

But it's more than what you see

And it's home enough for me

That cuckoo clock has ticked since I recall

It's dusty, hangin' crooked on the wall

And it runs a little late

But I got nowhere to be

Hell it's on time enough for me

Enough, enough

Money don't buy joy it only buys more stuff

Stuff that you mostly just get rid of

But I wake up every morning

And I count my blessings up

I've got enough

Well these old blues jeans fit too good to retire

And they'd come apart if I put 'em in the dryer

Holes in all the pockets and patches on the knees

Still they've been tough enough for me

Enough, enough

Money don't buy joy it only buys more stuff

Stuff that you mostly just get rid of

But I lay down every evening

Don't need to count the stars for luck

'Cause I've got enough

And I wake up every morning

Pour some coffee in my cup

Got me countin' up my blessings

I've got enough