H U N D R E D D O L L A R F U N E R A L CAPO on 1 [G]With one nickel in his pocket and a pack of ciga[C]rettes. There were no tears of [G]sorrow, no tears of re[D]gret. In a plain wooden [G]casket, the county laid him a[C]way. Just a hundred dollar [G]funeral [D]with no loved ones to [G]pray. There must be a [C]mother who loved him...