Pack up Your Sorrows - Loudon Wainwright III, Iris DeMent

No use crying, talking to a stranger,

naming the sorrow you’ve seen

Too many bad times, too many sad times

Nobody knows what you mean

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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 rambling, walking in the shadows,

trailing a wandering star

No one beside you, no one to hide you

and nobody knows what you are

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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

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No use roaming, going by the roadside,

Seeking a satisfied mind

Too many highways, too many byways,

and nobody’s walking behind

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