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
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
But she ain't no no ain't no
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?