From the album Tired of Searchin'
"enough money in my pocket for walking around,
enough gas in the tank to get me through town,
enough beer in the fridge to share with the guys,
enough luck with the ladies, to look in your eyes.
Enough food on my plate, to fill up my belly,
Enough peanut butter to mix with the jelly,
Enough time on my hands to write you a song,
Enough sense in my head, to never ever do you wrong."