Carry Me Songtext
von Trout Fishing in America

Pick me up, come on carry me
I′m too tired to go on
Pick me up, come on carry me
Your arms are just where I belong
Let's pretend that you′re a boat, sailing on the sea
And I am a sailor, as weary as weary can be Pick me up, come on carry me
I'm too tired to go on
Pick me up, come on carry me
Your arms are just where I belong
Let's pretend that you′re a camel, out upon the burning sand
And I am a traveler, who needs a helping hand


A Conestoga wagon, with cover from the sun
And I am a pioneer, California here I come
Pick me up, come on carry me
I′m too tired to go on
Pick me up, come on carry me
Your arms are just where I belong
Pick me up, come on carry me
I'm too tired to go on
Pick me up, come on carry me
Your arms are just where I belong
Your arms are just where I belong