Oh, I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me I've got no car, got no mule, got no misery The folks with plenty, oh, plenty got a lock on the door Afraid somebody's going to rob them while they're out making more What for? I've 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 Because the things that I buy, the stars in the sky, all are free Oh, I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me I've got my gal, got my song, got heaven all day long No use complaining, ha, ha, ha Got my gal, got my lord, got my song Pockets changed since a woman come to live with tea Leaving prospects, she'll no more complain You will be a guest all the time, singing in your heart Plenty Oh, I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me I've got the sun, got the moon, got the deep blue sea The folks with plenty, oh, plenty got to pray all the day Seems with plenty, you sure got to worry how to keep the devil away, away I ain't afraid in bad health till the time arrives Never worry long as I'm well Never want to strive to be good, to be bad What the hell, I is glad I's alive Oh, I've got plenty of nothing, and nothing's plenty for me I've got my gal, got my song, got heaven all day long No use complaining, ha, ha, ha Got my gal, got my lord, got my song