Hundred Dollar Funeral Lyrics - 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...