Slade - Pack Up Your Troubles

Somewhere down in the city There's a mad dog madder Somewhere out in the sticks There's a sad cat sadder But you ain't gonna let it got on top of you No you ain't gonna let it get a hold You gotta get outa that rut before you get old Somewhere over the sun There's a bebop hummin' Somewhere down at the station There's a freedom train comin' Can you hear that chugga luggin' Better get on board Get out of the wind and the cold You gotta get outa that rut before you get old Chorus So pack up your troubles and Go head for the hills Leave all your worries behind Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills Go catch a fish on the line 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 So pack up your troubles Go head for the hills Leave all your worries behind Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills Go catch a fish on the line Break 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 outa that rut before you get old Chorus So pack up your troubles Go head for the hills Leave all your worries behind Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills Go catch a fish on the line All you're ever ever gonna do will workout fine Go catch a fish on the line