Pack Up Your Sorrows

No use cryin', talkin' to a stranger,
Namin' the sorrow you've seen.
Too many bad times, too many sad times,
Nobody knows what you mean.

But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows,
And give them all to me,
You would lose them, I know how to use them,
Give them all to me.

No use ramblin', walkin' in the shadows,
Trailin' a wanderin' star.
No one beside you, no one to hide you,
And nobody knows what you are.

But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows,
And give them all to me,
You would lose them, I know how to use them,
Give them all to me.

No use roamin', goin' by the roadside,
Seekin' a satisfied mind.
Too many highways, too many byways,
And nobody's walkin' behind.

But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows,
And give them all to me,
You would lose them, I know how to use them,
Give them all to me.

But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows,
And give them all to me,
You would lose them, I know how to use them,
Give them all to me.



Credits
Writer(s): Pauline Marden Bryan, Richard Farina
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