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 old rag Bottle in a brown bag I saw him trying to stand Then I heard the words that he was sayin' 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 leadin' 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 When 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' Something 'bout a mountain He could surely climb If she was only there To point to right direction But she ain't, no, but she 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 leadin' 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...