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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, yeah

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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

But she ain't no, no she 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, yeah

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Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me. . .