Pack Up Your Troubles

Holder/Lea

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