H U N D R E D D O L L A R F U N E R A L CAPO on 1 C With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of cigarettes. D There were no tears of sorrow, no tears of regret. C In a plain wooden casket, the county laid him away. G Just a hundred dollar funeral with no loved ones to pray. G There must be a mother who loved him somewhere. D Perhaps she has gone on and is waiting up there. C Where there's no disappointments round Gods great throne. G No hundred dollar funerals, unloved and unknown.
C No pretty marble headstone, not one friend came. D He was lowered by four strangers that didn't know his name C A loser on this earth, a debt so many must pay. G Just a hundred dollar funeral with no loved ones to pray. G There must be a mother who loved him somewhere. D Perhaps she has gone on and is waiting up there. C Where there's no disappointments round Gods great throne. G No hundred dollar funerals, unloved and unknown.