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...