Unloved And Unclaimed Lyrics - Roy Acuff

There were no loved one to weep over her 

Not a tear did I see shed 

For the lady they pulled from that muddy old river 

No one ever came to claim their dead 

She lay on the cold marble slab at the marque 

Thousands viewed her but none knew her name 

They will lay her to rest in Potter's Field tomorrow 

She will lay there unloved and unclaimed 

Inside the purse that she clutched in her hand 

A note written, 'Blame no one but me' 

As I looked in her faced I couldn't help but think 

What a poor wicked place this world can be