With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of cigarette
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There were no tears of sorrow no tears of regret
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In a plain wooden casket the county laid him away
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Just a hundred dollar funeral with no loved ones to pray
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There must be a mother who loved him somewhere
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Perhaps she had gone home and was waiting up there
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Where there's no disappointments around God's great throne
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No hundred dollar funerals unloved and unknown
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No pretty marble headstone no one friend came
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He was lowered by four strangers that didn't know his name
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A loser on this earth a death so many must pay
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Just a hundred dollar funeral with no loved ones to pray
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There must be a mother who loved him somewhere...
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No hundred dollar funerals unloved and unknown
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Hundred Dollar Funeral
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| Norma Jean |
