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  Second Street and Broadway 
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  Sittin'' in a doorway,   head held in his hands 
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  Looked to all the world, like he was prayin'' 
 
  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'' 
 
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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 leadin'' 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 
 
  Well he struggled to his feet, and staggered down the street 
  To the window of a five and dime 
  Stood and laughed a while, at his reflection 
  And then I heard him shoutin'', somethin'' ''bout a mountain 
  He could surely climb 
  If she was only there to point the right direction