Let me tell ya of a story 'bout a man named
Charlie,
On a tragic and fateful 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 Jamaica 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.
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