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...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
