(Words/Music: 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 gotta let it get 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 a 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 Go head for the hills Leave all your worries behind Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills And 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) 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 let it get a hold You better get out that rut before you get old. (Chorus) So pack up your troubles Go head for the hills Leave all your worries behind And everything you're ever gonna do is gonna work out fine So catch a fish on the line.
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