I Got Plenty O' Nuttin'

I got plenty of nothing And nothing's plenty for me I got no car Got no mule I got no misery The folks with plenty of plenty They got a lock on the door Afraid somebody's gonna rob 'em While they're 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 Say, I got plenty of nothing And nothing's plenty for me I got my gal Got my song Got heaven the whole day long Got my gal Got my Lord Got my song 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 Lord Got my song