Carry Me Carrie

Second Street and Broadway,

sitting in a door way;

head held in his hands

Looked to all the world like he was praying

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 saying, 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

Well, he struggled to his feet,

and staggered down the street;

to the window of the five-and-dime

He stood and laughed a while at his reflection

And then I heard him shoutin’,

something about a mountain;

he could surely climb, if she was only there to point the right direction

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, carry me, carry me, carry me. . .