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