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

From This Moment On

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