I was heading out of Vegas
on the road to Mexico
where I tried my hand at blackjack

and I made a pile of dough
I was dreaming of the Baja
hen my truck ran off the road

in the ditch right where you found me
begginâ??


Carry me home if you know where I belong
I am hurt, beaten down
and thereâ??s no one else around

Carry me home if you know where I belong
Iâ??m too weak and I wonâ??t make a mile alone


I dialed nine eleven
but my phone was outta juice
So, I prayed to God in heaven ainâ??t there

something you can do
Never thinking that Iâ??d find myself saved
by the likes of you

In the ditch right where you found me
begginâ??


Carry me home if you know where I belong
I am hurt, beaten down
and thereâ??s no one else around

Carry me home if you know where I belong
Iâ??m too weak and I wonâ??t make a mile alone


Well, canâ??t say I expected
that youâ??d be the one to stop
after being passed up

by a preacher and a cop
Beggars canâ??t be choosers and I guess
youâ??re all Iâ??ve got

In the ditch right where you found me
begginâ??


Carry me home if you know where I belong
I am hurt, beaten down
and thereâ??s no one else around

Carry me home if you know where I belong
Iâ??m too weak and I wonâ??t make a mile alone
Iâ??m too weak and I wonâ??t make a mile alone