I got this from Roy Acuff back in the 40's

UNLOVED AND UNCLAIMED

There was no loved one to weep over her
Not one tear did I see shed
For the lady they took from that muddy old river
No one ever came to claim their dead.

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She laid on a cold marble slab at the morgue
Thousands viewed he but none knew her name
They laid her to rest in Potters Fiels this Morn'
She will sleep there unloved and unclaimed.
repeat chorus Inside the purse that she clutched in her hane
Was written, "Blame no one but me."
As I gazed at her face, I couldn't help but think
What a cruel wicked place this world can be.

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Now the muddy old river has taken her life
And the cold earth will hold her remains
I pray when she reaches that perly golden gate
She wont be unloved and unclaimed.

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