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