No use crying, talking to the stranger, naming the songs you've seen
Too many bad times, too many sad times, and nobody knows what you mean
But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to me
You would lose them, and I know how to use them, give them all to me
No use rambling, walking in the shadows, trading a wandering star
No use crying, talking to the stranger, naming the songs you've seen
Too many bad times, too many sad times, and nobody knows what you mean
Too many bad times, too many sad times, and nobody knows what you mean
But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to me
You would lose them, and I know how to use them, give them all to me
No use roaming, gone by the roadside, seeking a satisfied mind
Too many highways, too many byways, and nobody's walking behind
But if somehow you could pack up your sorrows and give them all to me
You would lose them, and 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, and I know how to use them, give them all to me