Carry Me Carrie

Second Street and Broadway
Sitting in a doorway
Head held in his hands
Looked to all the world
Like he was praying

Foot wrapped in old rag
Bottle in a brown bag
I saw him trying to stand
Then I heard the words
That he was saying

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

Well, he struggled to his feet
Staggered down the street
To the window of a five and dime
He stood and laughed
At his reflection

Then I heard him shouting
Something about a mountain
He could surely climb
If she was only there
To point
The right direction

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
Come on, Carrie
Carry me a little while
Come on, Carrie
Carry me

Oh
Come on, Carrie
I carried you (You've gotta carry me)
Now, carry me a little

Come on, Carrie (You've gotta carry me)
Carry me a little
I carried you (You've gotta carry me)
Now, carry me a little
Come on, Carrie (You've gotta carry me)
Carry me a little
I carried you (You've gotta carry me)
Now, carry me a little

(Come on, Carrie)