Hundred Dollar Funeral

With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of cigarette There were no tears of sorrow no tears of regret In a plain wooden casket the county laid him away Just a hundred dollar funeral with no loved ones to pray There must be a mother who loved him somewhere Perhaps she had gone home and was waiting up there Where there's no disappointments around God's great throne No hundred dollar funerals unloved and unknown No pretty marble headstone no one friend came He was lowered by four strangers that didn't know his name A loser on this earth a death so many must pay Just a hundred dollar funeral with no loved ones to pray There must be a mother who loved him somewhere... No hundred dollar funerals unloved and unknown