Caprices For Solo Violin, Op.1, No.1 In E Major (Andante)

Oh, I got plenty of nothin'
And nothing's plenty for me
I got no car, got no mule
I got no misery
Folks with plenty o' plenty
They got a lock on the door
Afraid somebody's going to rob 'em
While they're out and making more
What for?

I got no lock on the door
That's no way to be
Man, 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

Oh, I got plenty of nothin'
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my girl, got my song
Got Heaven the whole day long
No use complaining
Got my girl, got my Lord
Got my song
Oh, song

I ain't frightened about hell
'Til the time arrives
I'll never worry, long as I'm well
Never one to strive
To be good, to be bad
What the hell?
I am glad, I'm alive

Oh, I got plenty of nothin'
And nothing's plenty for me
I got my gal, I got my song
I got the Heaven the whole day long
Man, there's no use complaining
Got my girl, got my Lord
Got my song