Second Street and BroadwaySecond Street and BroadwaySittin' in a doorwayHead held in his handsLooked at all the worldLike he was prayin', oh yeahFoot wrapped in an old ragBottle in a brown bagI saw him try to standThen I heard the wordsThat he was sayin', yeahHe said, come on, carryCarry me a little fartherCome on, carryCarry me one more mileI don't know where it's leadin' toBut I know I can make itIf I lean on you, soCome on, carryCarry me a little, yesI carry youI carry me a littleCome on, carryCarry me a little whileCome on, carry meWell he struggled to his feetAnd staggered down the streetTo the window of a five and dimeHe stood and laughed a whileAt his reflectionThen I heard him shoutin'Somethin' bout a mountainHe could surely climbIf she was only there to pointThe right directionBut she ain't, no, she ain't, noHe said, come on, carryCarry me a little fartherCome on, carryCarry me one more mileI don't know where it's leadin' toBut I know I can make itIf I lean on you, soCome on, carryCarry me a little, yesI carry youI carry me a littleCome on, carryCarry me a little whileYeahCarry me, carryYes, you canCarry meYesYes, carry me, carryCarry me, carry meYes, you canI carry youI carry meCarry me, carry meYou got to carry meYou got to carry, you got to carryYou got to carry me