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
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 shoutin'
Something 'bout a mountain
He could surely climb
If she was only there
To point, the 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, yeah
Carry me, Carrie
Carry me, yeah
Carry me, Carrie
Carrie, carry me
You got to carry me
You got to carry me
Carry me, Carrie
Carry me, Carrie
You got to carry me
You got to carry me
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