Charlie on the M.T.A.

Let me tell ya of a story \'bout a man named Charlie, on a tragic and faithful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family, went to ride on the M.T.A

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But did he ever return?
No, he never returned, and his fate is still unlearned. (Poor old charlie).
He may ride forever \'neath the streets of Boston, he\'s the man who never returned.



Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendel Square Station and he changed for Jamaca Plains.
When he got there the conductor told him, one more nickel, Charlie couldn\'t get off that train

Well all night long Charlie rides through the stations, saying, What will become of me?
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin or Roxbury?

Charlie\'s wife goes down to the Scully Square station, every day at a quarter past two.

And through the open window, she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train goes a rumbling through.