Porter Wagoner - Hundred dollar funeral

^GWith one nickel in his pocket and a pack of ciga^Crettes. There were no tears of ^Gsorrow, no tears of re^Dgret. In a plain wooden ^Gcasket, the county laid him a^Cway. Just a hundred dollar ^Gfuneral ^Dwith no loved ones to ^Gpray.

There must be a ^Cmother who loved him ^Gsomewhere. Perhaps she has ^Cgone on and is waiting up ^Dthere. Where there's no disap^Gpointments round Gods great ^Cthrone. No hundred dollar ^Gfunerals, ^Dunloved and un^Gknown.

^GNo pretty marble headstone, not one friend ^Ccame. He was lowered by four ^Gstrangers that didn't know his ^Dname A loser on this ^Gearth, a debt so many must ^Cpay. Just a hundred dollar ^Gfuneral ^Dwith no loved ones to ^Gpray.

There must be a ^Cmother who loved him ^Gsomewhere. Perhaps she has ^Cgone on and is waiting up ^Dthere. Where there's no disap^Gpointments round Gods great ^Cthrone. No hundred dollar ^Gfunerals, ^Dunloved and un^Gknown.