Let me tell you of the story 'bout a man named Charlie
Оn a tragic and fateful day.
He put ten cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family,
Went to ride on the M T А.
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Well did he ever return? No he never returned,
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,
He's the man who never returned.
Charlie handed in his dime at the Scully Square Station,
And he changed for Jamaica Plain.
When he got there the conductor told him, "Оnе more nickel!"
Charlie couldn't get off of that train.
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Well did he ever return? No he never returned,
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,
He's the man who never returned.
Now all night long Charlie rides through the stations,
Crying, "What will become of me?
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea,
Оr my cousin in Roxbury?"
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Well did he ever return? No he never returned,
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,
He's the man who never returned.
Charlie's wife goes down to the Scollay Square Station,
Every day at a quarter past two.
And through the open window she hands Charlie his sandwich
As the train comes rumbling through.
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Well did he ever return? No he never returned,
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,
He's the man who never returned.
Now you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's a scandal,
How the people have to pay and pay?
Fight the fare increase, vote for George О'Brien,
Get poor Charlie off the M T !
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Well did he ever return? No he never returned,
And his fate is still unlearned.
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston,
He's the man who never returned.