Slade - Pack Up Your Troubles lyrics

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 got to let it get on top of you No, you ain't got to let it get a hold You gotta get out of that rut before you get old Somewhere over the sun there's a beebop a hummin' Somewhere down at the station There's a freedom train a comin' 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 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 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 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 Somewhere out on the horizon, there's a deep hole waiting No-one, no-one at all is ever gonna get away, Theys never gonna get away You gotta reach out and touch the impossible And never let it take a hold You better get out of that rut before you get old 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 And everything you're ever gonna do is gonna work out fine So go catch a fish on the line