Standard (EADGBE)
[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