Second Street and Broadway
Sittin' in a doorway
Head held in his hands
Looked to all the world
like he was prayin'
all right
Foot wrapped in an old rag
Bottle in a brown bag
I saw him try to stand
Then I heard the words
that he was sayin'
yeah
He said Come on Carrie
Carry me a little farther
Come on Carrie
Carry me one more mile
I don't know where
it's leading to
But I know I can make it
if I lean on you so
Come on Carrie
Carry me a little
I carried you
now carry me a little
Come on Carrie
Carry me a little while
Carry me
Well he struggled
to his feet
And staggered down the street
to the window
of a five and dime
He stood
and laughed a while
at his reflection
And then I heard him shout
something 'bout a mountain
He could surely climb
If she was only there
to point
the right direction
But she ain't no
no she ain't no
He said Come on Carrie
Carry me a little farther
Come on Carrie
Carry me one more mile
I don't know where
it's leading to
But I know I can make it
if I lean on you so
Come on Carrie
Carry me a little
I carried you
now carry me a little
Come on Carrie
Carry me a little while
yeah
Carry me Carrie
Gotta carry me
Carry me
Ya
Aa yeah
Carry me Carrie
Ya gotta carry me
Carry me
Gotta carry me
Gotta carry me
I carried you
Carry me Carrie
Carry me
Carry me Carrie
You gotta carry me
You gotta carry me...