Lyrics - Carry Me by Trout Fishing In America

(
K.
Grimwood/
B.
Grimwood)
Chorus:
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.
Chorus:
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.
Chorus:

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