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 an old rag
Bottle in a brown bag
I saw him try to stand
Then I heard the words that he was sayin' (ya)

He said, œCome 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
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 she ain't no

He said, œCome 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 Carrie
Gotta carry me
Carry me!
Ya
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
Gotta carry me
Gotta carry
Gotta carry
Gotta carry me