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Hundred Dollar Funeral - Porter Wagoner
With one nickel in his pocket
And a pack of cigarettes
There were no tears of sorrow
No tears of regrets
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 loves 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 not 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 loves 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
