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Pack Up Your Troubles
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From: "Alexander Drobitko" 
Subject: s/slade/pack_up_your_troubles.crd
Date: Thu, 29 Oct 1998 18:50:04 +0300

S L A D E - Chords
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Pack up your troubles (Holder/Lea)
Album : Nobody's Fools Track : 4 Date : 1976 Chart position : -
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          A                                    D
 [1]      Somewhere down in the city there's a mad dog madder
   A     D
          Somewhere out in the sticks there's a sad cat sadder
   C                                 F
          But you ain't gonna let it got on top of you
   C                               F
          No you ain't gonna let it get a hold
   C                         F                  E
          You gotta get out of that rut before you get old

      D            E               A            F#m
 Chorus   So pack up your troubles and go head for the hills
   D              E       A
          Leave all your worries behind
   D            E               A                   F#m
          Pack up your liquor and your cigarettes and your pills
   D                      E
          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 E P E A 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 E P E A 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 E P E A T
 [5]      All you're ever ever gonna do will workout fine
          Go catch a fish on the line.

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