Porter Wagoner - Hundred dollar funeral

With one ^Anickel in his pocket and a pack of cigar^Dettes. There were no tears of ^Asorrow, no tears of reg^Eret. In a plain wooden ^Acasket, the county laid him a^Dway. Just a hundred dollar ^Afuneral with no ^Eloved ones to ^Dpray.

There must be a ^Dmother who loved him some^Awhere. Perhaps she had ^Dgone on and was ^Bwaiting up ^Ethere. Where there's no disap^Apointments round God's great ^Dthrone. No hundred dollar ^Afunerals, un^Eloved and un^Aknown.

No ^Apretty marble headstone, not one friend ^Dcame. He was lowered by four ^Astrangers that didn't know his ^Ename A loser on ^Athis earth, a debt so many must ^Dpay. Just a hundred dollar ^Afuneral with no ^Eloved ones to ^Dpray.

There must be a ^Dmother who loved him some^Awhere. Perhaps she had ^Dgone on and was ^Bwaiting up ^Ethere. Where there's no disap^Apointments round God's great ^Dthrone. No hundred dollar ^Afunerals, un^Eloved and un^Aknown.