Carry Me

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
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 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