Second street on 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' - yeah
And he said, come on, Carrie, carry me a little farther
Come on, Carrie, carry me one more mile - oh no no no
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 - yes
I carried you, now carry me a little
Come on, Carrie, carry me a little while - yeh
Oh no, 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
And then I heard him shoutin' somethin' 'bout 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, oh no
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 - yeah
I carried you, now carry me a little
Come on, Carrie, carry me a little while - yeah
Carry me, Carrie - can't you carry, carry me - yeah!
Carry me, Carrie - you got to carry me
Carry me, babe - you got to carry me
I carried you - carry me, Carrie - you got to carry me
Now carry me - carry me, Carrie
Oh yeah - you got to carry me
Can't you carry, can't you carry, can't you, can't you carry me
