Pack up all your care and woe

"Bye-Bye Blackbird"

Pack up all your care and woe
Here I go,
Singing low,
Bye-Bye Blackbird.
Where somebody waits for me,
Sugar's sweet,
So is she,
Bye-Bye Blackbird.
No one here can love
And understand me,
Oh, what hard-luck stories
They all hand me.
Make my bed
And light the light,
I'll arrive late tonight,
Black Bird,
Bye-Bye.

R Henserson (m) - Mort Dixon (w)

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