Lyrics:

Oh, I've got plenty of nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule
Got no misery

The folks with plenty of plenty
Got a lock on the door
'Cause they're 'fraid somebody's gonna rob 'em
While they 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

'Cause I got plenty of nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me
Got my man, got my song
Got my Lord


I got no lock on the door
That's the 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've got plenty of nothin'
And nothin's plenty for me
Got my man, got my song
Got my Lord