Slade - Pack up your troubles

[1] ^ASomewhere down in the city there's a ^Dmad dog madder ^{A D} Somewhere out in the sticks there's a sad cat sadder ^C But you ain't gonna let it ^Fgot on top of you ^C No you ain't gonna let it^F get a hold ^C You gotta get out o^Ff that rut before y^Eou get old

Choru^Ds So pack u^Ep your troubles ^Aand go head f^F#mor the hills ^D Leave al^El your w^Aorries behind ^D Pack u^Ep your liquor an^Ad your cigarettes an^F#md your pills ^D Go catch a fish ^Eon the line [2] Somewhere over the sun there's a bebop hummin' Somewhere down at the station there's a freedomtrain commin' Can you hear that chugga luggin better get on board Get out of the wind and the cold You gotta get out of that rut before you get old Chorus R E P E A T [3] Somewhere up in the sky there's a big big dadda, Sometime you'll have to climb up a dangerous ladder; But there ain't such a word as impossible, And there's always the never ending dream, And things ain't never as bad as they might seem Chorus R E P E A T [4] Somewhere on the horizon there's a deep hole waitin' No one, no one at all is ever gonna get away; You gotta reach out and touch the impossible, And never ever let it get a hold, You better get out of that rut before you get old. Chorus R E P E A T [5] All you're ever ever gonna do will workout fine Go catch a fish on the line.