Porter Wagoner - Hundred Dollar Funeral Lyrics

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...