The MTA (Kingston Trio) Fight the fare increase, vote for George
O'Brien, Get poor Charlie off the M T A!
Let me tell you of a story 'bout a man named
Charlie On a tragic and fateful day. He put ten [chorus]
cents in his pocket, kissed his wife and family,
Went to ride on the M T A.
But will he ever return? No he'll
never return, 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, "One more
nickel!" Charlie couldn't get off of that train.
Now all night long Charlie rides through the
stations, Crying, "What will become of me? How
can I afford to see my sister in Chelsey, Or my
brother in 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 his
sandwich As the train goes rumbling through.
Now you citizens of Boston, don't you think it's
a scandal, How the people have to pay and pay?