This is one of those verses that appears in many old blues. I first heard it on a Lonnie Johnson record where Lonnie sang:

I'm sittin' here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes
Yes I'm sittin' here wonderin' will a matchbox hold my clothes
Well I ain't got so many, but I sure got a long way to go.

This always made perfect sense to me. I ain't got so many clothes; so few that they might fit in a matchbox.
Then I heard the "I ain't got so many matches..." line, probably from Carl Perkins, which does not make any sense. A shortage of clothes seems more logical than a shortage of matches.

If you want a really garbled version, listen to the Beatles sing this song.
Beatles Matchbox