Standard (EADGBE)
Second Street and Broadway,
sitting in a door way;
head held in his hands
Looked to all the world like he was praying
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 saying, yeah
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 leading 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
Well, he struggled to his feet,
and staggered down the street;
to the window of the five-and-dime
He stood and laughed a while at his reflection
And then I heard him shoutin',
something about a mountain;
he could surely climb, if she was only there to point the right direction
But she ain't no, no she ain't no
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 leading 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, yeah
Carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me. . .