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