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Second Street and Broadway |
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Sitting in a door way |
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Head held in his hands |
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Looked to all the world like he was praying |
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Foot wrapped in an old rag |
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Bottle in a brown bag |
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I saw him try to stand |
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Then I heard the words that he was saying |
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He said come on Carrie, carry me a little farther |
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Come on Carrie, carry me one more mile |
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I don't know where it's leading to |
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But I know I can make it if I lean on you |
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So come on Carrie, carry me a little |
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I carried you, now carry me a little |
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Come on Carrie, carry me a little while |
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Well he struggled to his feet |
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And staggered down the street |
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To the window of the five-and-dime |
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He stood and laughed a while at his reflection |
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And then I heard him shoutin' |
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Something about a mountain |
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He could surely climb, if she was only there to point the right direction |
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But she ain't no, no ain't no |
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He said come on Carrie, carry me a little farther |
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Come on Carrie, carry me one more mile |
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I don't know where it's leading to |
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But I know I can make it if I lean on you |
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So come on Carrie, carry me a little |
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I carried you, now carry me a little |
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Come on Carrie, carry me a little while |
