Lyrics:

second street and broadway
sitting in a doorway
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

[chorus]
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 so now carry me a little
come on carrie carry me.. a little while yeah

He stumbled to his feet and he staggered down the street
to the window of a five and dime
He stopped and laughed a while at his reflection
Then i heard him shouting something 'bout a mountain
he could surely climb, if she was only there to point
the right direction

(but she aint no.. no she aint nooooo)

[chorus]

got ta' carry me! carry me carrie!
got ta' carry me