Carry Me, Carrie

Second Street and Broadway

Sittin' in a doorway

Head held in his hands

Looked to all the world

Like he was prayin'

Foot wrapped in old rag

Bottle in a brown bag

I saw him trying to stand

Then I heard the words that he was sayin'

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 leadin' 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

When 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 shoutin'

Something 'bout a mountain

He could surely climb

If she was only there

To point to right direction

But she ain't, no, but 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 leadin' 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...