Song Index Preview "Pack Up Your Sorrows" (to help remember the tune).

Pack Up Your Sorrows
(Judy Collins)

CFC
No use crying, talking to a stranger Naming the
G7CF
sorrows you've seen Too many sad times, too many
CGC
bad times Nobody knows what you mean.
[chorus]:
    CF
    But if somehow you could pack up your
    CG7C
    sorrows And give them all to me You
    F
    would lose them, I know how to use
    CGC
    them So give them all to me.
CFC
No use rambling, walking in the shadows Trailing
G7CF
a wandering star. No one beside you, no one to
CGC
guide you And nobody knows where you are.
[chorus]
     
CFC
No use gambling, running in the darkness Looking
G7C
for a spirit that's free. Too many wrong times,
FCGC
too many long times Nobody knows what you see.
[chorus]
CFC
No use roaming, lying by the roadside Seeking a
G7CF
satisfied mind. Too many highways, too many
CGC
byways And nobody's walking behind.

Pack Up Your Sorrows                              
(Judy Collins)                                    
                                                  
No use crying, talking to a stranger Naming the   
sorrows you've seen Too many sad times, too many  
bad times Nobody knows what you mean.             
                                                  
[chorus]:                                         
    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 So give them all to me.                  
                                                  
No use rambling, walking in the shadows Trailing  
a wandering star. No one beside you, no one to    
guide you And nobody knows where you are.         
                                                  
[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.    
                                                  
[chorus]                                          
                                                  
No use roaming, lying by the roadside Seeking a   
satisfied mind. Too many highways, too many       
byways And nobody's walking behind.