Shel Silverstein. Carry Me, Carrie. Zeneszám

Second Street and Broadway
Sittin' in a doorway
Head held in his hands
Looked to all the world
Like he was prayin'.
Foot wrapped in old rag,
Bottle in a brown bag,
I saw him trying to stand
Then I heard the words that he was sayin'

He said...

CHORUS:
Come on, Carrie,
Carry me a little farther
Come on, Carrie,
Carry me one more mile.
I don't know where it's leadin' 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.

When he struggled to his feet
And staggered down the street
To the window of a five and dime
He stood and laughed a while at his reflection.
And then I heard him shoutin'
Something 'bout a mountain
He could surely climb
If she was only there
To point to right direction.

But she ain't, no, but she ain't, no....

CHORUS:
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 leadin' 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....