(Shel Silverstein)

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......

(c)1972 Tro-Essex Music Ltd.