(Shel Silverstein)
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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......
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(c)1972 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.
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Carry Me, Carrie
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| Dr. Hook & the Medicine Show |
