Second Street and Broadway
Second Street and Broadway
Sittin' in a doorway
Head held in his hands
Looked at all the world
Like he was prayin', oh yeah
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 sayin', yeah
He said, come on, carry
Carry me a little farther
Come on, carry
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, carry
Carry me a little, yes
I carry you
I carry me a little
Come on, carry
Carry me a little while
Come on, carry me
Well 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
Then I heard him shoutin'
Somethin' bout a mountain
He could surely climb
If she was only there to point
The right direction
But she ain't, no, she ain't, no
He said, come on, carry
Carry me a little farther
Come on, carry
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, carry
Carry me a little, yes
I carry you
I carry me a little
Come on, carry
Carry me a little while
Yeah
Carry me, carry
Yes, you can
Carry me
Yes
Yes, carry me, carry
Carry me, carry me
Yes, you can
I carry you
I carry me
Carry me, carry me
You got to carry me
You got to carry, you got to carry
You got to carry me