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Pack Up Your Troubles

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From: "Alexander Drobitko"
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Pack Up Your Troubles (Holder/Lea)
Album : Nobody's Fools Track : 4 Date : 1976 Chart position : -
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[1]      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 out of 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
[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 P 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 P 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 P T
[5]      All you're ever ever gonna do will workout fine
         Go catch a fish on the line.

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