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
Chorus: 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 gott there the conductor
told him, "one more nickle," 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