Lyrics Carry Me - 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