Hundred Dollar Funeral — текст песни (Norma Jean)

With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of cigarette
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 no 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 who loved him somewhere...
No hundred dollar funerals unloved and unknown