Pack Up Your Sorrows

{title:Pack Up Your Sorrows}

{st:Richard Farina}

N[C]o use crying, tal[F]king to a stranger,

N[C]aming the sorrows you've s[G]een.[G7]

T[C]oo many sad times, t[F]oo many bad times,

A[C]nd nobody kn[G7]ows what you m[C]ean.

{c:Chorus:}

[C]Ah, but if somehow you could p[F]ack up your sorrows,

[C]And give them all to [G]me,

Y[C]ou would lose them, I[F] know how to use them,

G[C]ive them [G7]all to [C]me.

No use rambling, walking in the shadows,

Trailing a wandering star.

No one beside you, no one to hide you,

Nobody knows where you are.

{c:Chorus.}

No use gambling, running in the darkness,

Looking for a spirit that's free.

Too many wrong times, too many long times,

Nobody knows what you see.

{c:Chorus.}

No use roaming, lying by the roadside,

Seeking a satisfied mind.

Too many highways, too many byways,

And nobody's walking behind.

{c:Chorus.}

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# Submitted to the ftp.nevada.edu:/pub/guitar archives

# by Steve Putz <putz@parc.xerox.com>

# 7 September 1992