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Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin' |
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And nuttin's plenty for me |
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I got no car, got no mule |
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I got no misery |
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The folks with plenty o' plenty |
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Got a lock on the door |
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'Fraid somebody's a-goin' to rob 'em |
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While they're our a-makin' more |
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What for |
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I got no lock on de door |
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That's no way to be |
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They can steal the rug from the floor |
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That's okay with me |
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'Cause the things that I prize |
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Like the stars in the skies |
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All are free |
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Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin' |
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And nuttin's plenty for me |
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I got my man and I got my song |
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Got heaven the whole day long |
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Got my man, got my Lord |
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Got my song |
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I ain't frettin 'bout hell |
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'Till the time arrives |
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Never worry long as I'm well |
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Never one to strive |
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To be good, to be bad |
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What the hell |
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I'm just glad I'm alive |
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Oh, I got plenty o' nuttin' |
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And nuttin's plenty for me |
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I got my man and I got my song |
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Got heaven the whole day long |
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Got my man, got my song |
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Got my Lord |
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Got my man |
