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...