Hundred Dollar Funeral
Porter Wagoner · The Cold Hard Facts of Life/Soul of a Convict [2008]
(Vic McAlpin)
With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of cigarettes
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 not one friend came
He was lowered by four strangers that didn't know his name
A loser on this earth a debt 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...
With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of cigarettes
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 not one friend came
He was lowered by four strangers that didn't know his name
A loser on this earth a debt 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...