Slade

(1) ^A Somewhere down in the city there's a ^D mad dog madder
^{A D} Somewhere out in the sticks there's a sad cat sadder
^C But you ain't gonna let it ^F got on top of you
^C No you ain't gonna let it ^F get a hold
^C You gotta get out o ^F f that rut before y ^E ou get old
Choru ^D s So pack u ^E p your troubles ^A and go head f ^F#m or the hills
^D Leave al ^E l your w ^A orries behind
^D Pack u ^E p your liquor an ^A d your cigarettes an ^F#m d your pills
^D Go catch a fish ^E 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.