Текст песни Norma Jean - Hundred Dollar Funeral
Norma Jean - Hundred Dollar Funeral слова песни
With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of cigaretteThere were no tears of sorrow no tears of regretIn a plain wooden casket the county laid him awayJust a hundred dollar funeral with no loved ones to prayThere must be a mother who loved him somewherePerhaps she had gone home and was waiting up thereWhere there`s no disappointments around God`s great throneNo hundred dollar funerals unloved and unknownNo pretty marble headstone no one friend cameHe was lowered by four strangers that didn`t know his nameA loser on this earth a death so many must payJust a hundred dollar funeral with no loved ones to prayThere must be a mother who loved him somewhere...No hundred dollar funerals unloved and unknown