Kingston Trio
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M.T.A.

These are the times that try men's souls. In the course of our nation's history, the people of Boston have rallied
Bravely whenever the rights of men have been threatened. Today, a new crisis has arisen. The Metropolitan
Transit Authority, better known as the M. T. A., is attempting to levy a burdensome tax on the population in the
Form of a subway fare increase. Citizens, hear me out! This could happen to you!

Well, let me tell you of the story of a man named Charley 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.

Well, did he ever return? No, he never returned and his fate is still unlearned.
(What a pity! Poor ole Charlie. Shame and scandal. He may ride forever. Just like Paul Revere.)
He may ride forever 'neath the streets of Boston. He's the man who never returned.

Charlie handed in his dime at the Kendall 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 station, crying, "What will become of me?!!
How can I afford to see my sister in Chelsea or my cousin in Roxbury?"

Charlie's wife goes down to the Sculley Square Station every day at quarter past two,
And through the open window she hands Charlie a sandwich as the train comes rumblin' through.

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 O'Brien! Get poor Charlie off the M. T. A.

He's the man who never returned. He's the man who never returned. Ain't you Charlie?

Tom Dooley

Throughout history, there have been many songs written about the eternal triangle.
This next one tells the story of Mister Grayson, a beautiful woman,
and a condemned man named Tom Dooley.
When the sun rises tomorrow, Tom Dooley must hang.

Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Hang down your head and cry.
Hang down your head, Tom Dooley. Poor boy, you're bound to die.

I met her on the mountain. There
I took her life. Met her on the mountain.
Stabbed her with my knife.

This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be.
Hadn't-a been for Grayson, I'd-a been in Tennessee.

This time tomorrow. Reckon where I'll be.
Down in some lonesome valley hangin' from a white oak tree.

Scotch And Soda

Scotch and soda, mud in your eye. Baby, do I feel high, oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel high.
Dry martini, jigger of gin. Oh, what a spell you've got me in, oh, my.
Do I feel high.

People won't believe me. They'll think that I'm just braggin'.
But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon.
All I need is one of your smiles. Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel high.

People won't believe me. They'll think that I'm just braggin'.
But I could feel the way I do and still be on the wagon.
All I need is one of your smiles. Sunshine of your eyes, oh, me, oh, my.
Do I feel higher than a kite can fly.
Give me lovin', baby. I feel high.

Five Hundred Miles

If you miss the train I'm on, you will know that I am gone,
you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.
A hundred miles, a hundred miles, a hundred miles,
a hundred miles, you can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

Lord, I'm one, Lord, I'm two, Lord, I'm three, Lord, I'm four,
Lord, I'm five hundred miles a way from home.
Away from home, away from home, away from home, away from home,
Lord, I'm five hundred miles away from home.

Not a shirt on my back, not a penny to my name.
Lord, I can't go back home this-a way.
This-a way, this-a way, this-a way, this-a way,
Lord, I can't go back home this-a way.

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles.

A Worried Man

It takes a worried man to sing a worried song.
I'm worried now but I won't be worried long.
Got myself a Cadillac, thirty dollars down.
Got myself a brand new house five miles out of town.
Got myself a gal named Sue, treats me really fine.
Yes, she's my baby and I love her all the time.

I've been away on a business trip, travelin' all around.
I've got a gal and her name is Sue, prettiest gal in town.
She sets my mind to worryin' every time I'm gone.
I'll be home tonight so I won't be worried long!

Well, Bobby's in the living room, holding hands with Sue.
Nickie's at that big front door, 'bout to come on through.
Well, I'm here in the closet. Oh, Lord, what shall I do?
We're worried now but we won't be worried long.

Allentown Jail

They locked up her darlin' in Allentown jail, oh, oh, oh,
And no one has come to put up his bail, oh, oh, oh.
They say at the courthouse, he'll never go free, never go free,
'Cause he stole a diamond, a beautiful diamond to give, to give to she.
Somewhere in Allentown jail, her heart waits in Allentown jail.

Oh, well, she'll dance for you, mister, she'll sing you a song, oh, oh, oh,
But more than that, mister, would surely be wrong, oh, oh, oh.
But more than that, mister, would surely be wrong for can't you see?
Her love stole a diamond, a beautiful diamond to give, to give to she.

You'll find none like him though you search the world 'round, oh, oh, oh,
And that's why you'll need the best lawyer in town, oh, oh, oh.
You must find a lawyer, the best one in town for can't you see?
Her love stole a diamond, a beautiful diamond to prove his love to she.
Somewhere in Allentown jail, her heart waits in Allentown jail.
Yeah, somewhere in Allentown jail. Somewhere in Allentown jail.
Somewhere in Allentown jail.

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