I got plenty of nothingAnd nothing's plenty for meI got no car - got no muleI got no miseryFolks with plenty of plentyThey've got a lock on the doorAfraid somebody's gonna rob 'emWhile there out (a) making more - what forI got no lock on the door - that's no way to beThey 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 freeI got plenty of nothingAnd nothing's plenty for meI got my gal - got my song(I) got heaven the whole day long- got my gal - got my love - got my song