Porter Wagoner - Hundred dollar funeral

^FWith one nickel in his pocket and a pack of ciga^Frettes. There were no tears of ^Fsorrow, no tears of re^Ggret. In a plain wooden ^Fcasket, the county laid him a^Fway. Just a hundred dollar ^Ffuneral ^Gwith no loved ones to ^Fpray.

There must be a ^Fmother who loved him ^Fsomewhere. Perhaps she has ^Fgone on and is waiting up ^Gthere. Where there's no disap^Fpointments round Gods great ^Fthrone. No hundred dollar ^Ffunerals, ^Gunloved and un^Fknown.

^FNo pretty marble headstone, not one friend ^Fcame. He was lowered by four ^Fstrangers that didn't know his ^Gname A loser on this ^Fearth, a debt so many must ^Fpay. Just a hundred dollar ^Ffuneral ^Gwith no loved ones to ^Fpray.

There must be a ^Fmother who loved him ^Fsomewhere. Perhaps she has ^Fgone on and is waiting up ^Gthere. Where there's no disap^Fpointments round Gods great ^Fthrone. No hundred dollar ^Ffunerals, ^Gunloved and un^Fknown.