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 dont know where its 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 fiveanddime 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 aint no, no aint no He said come on Carrie
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