From This Moment On - Frank Sinatra, Nelson Riddle And His Orchestra

I got plenty of nothing

And nothing is plenty for me

I got no car

Got no mule

Got no misery

Folks with plenty of plenty

They got a lock on the door

Afraid somebody’s gonna rob them while

They’re 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 OK with me

Cause the things that I prize

Like the stars in the sky

Are all free

Say I’ve got plenty of nothing

And nothing is plenty for me

I got my girl

Got my song

Got heaven the whole daylong

Got my girl

Got my lawn

Got my song

I’ve got plenty of nothing

And nothing is plenty for me

I got my girl

Got my song

Got heaven the whole daylong

Got my girl

Got my lawn

Got my song