No use crying, talking to the stranger, naming the songs you've seenToo many bad times, too many sad times, and nobody knows what you meanBut if somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to meYou would lose them, and I know how to use them, give them all to meNo use rambling, walking in the shadows, trading a wandering starNo use crying, talking to the stranger, naming the songs you've seenToo many bad times, too many sad times, and nobody knows what you meanToo many bad times, too many sad times, and nobody knows what you meanBut if somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to meYou would lose them, and I know how to use them, give them all to meNo use roaming, gone by the roadside, seeking a satisfied mindToo many highways, too many byways, and nobody's walking behindBut if somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to meYou would lose them, and I know how to use them, give them all to meBut if somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to meYou would lose them, and I know how to use them, give them all to me