Off The Handle - Rory Gallagher

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Well I fly off the handle, a little to quik
You just call me a nervous man
For the last week or two,
It donīt take to much
To make me wanna,  raise the sand
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Well Itīs one of those dayīs, where you rather not be
G
So low down and dirty,your luckīs hard to see

C
Well I fly off the handle,a little to fast
Some say I look like an angry man
My plan to marry you,   turned up again
Itīs hard not for me to raise my hand

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Well It was one of those towns,  where you rather not stay
G
Come back and see It,    some other day


Solo..........


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Well It was one of those nights,  where you,  know your alone
G
Feeling half crazy,  just by your soul


Well my cat wonīt scratch,    or show Itīs claws
It just prowls around the house all day
For the last night or two,   I canīt eat or drink
I think Iīm gonna fade away

                 F
Well Itīs one of those days,   where you rather not be
G
So low down and lonsome,   your luckīs hard to see