Off The Handle Songtext
Awwwuh...oh yeah. Well, I fly off the handle a little too quick, Just call me a nervous man. For the last week or two, it don't take too much, To make me wanna raise the sand.
Yeah...
Well, it's one of those days, When you`d rather not be, So low down and dirty, Your luck's out at sea.
Owwww....
Well, I fly off the handle a little too fast, You know, friends say I look like an angry man. Like a bad memory you turned up again, I find it hard not to raise my hand.
Yeah...
Well, it's one of those days, When you`d rather not be, So low down and dirty, Your luck's out at sea.
Owwww....
Well, I fly off the handle a little too fast, You know, friends say I look like an angry man. Like a bad memory you turned up again, I find it hard not to raise my hand.
Well, it's one of those towns, Where you'd rather not stay, Come back and see it some other day.
Oh Yeah... oh come on...
It's one of those nights When you know you're alone, Feeling half-crazy, just body and soul.
Well, my cat won't scratch, or show its claws, It just prowls round the house all day. For the last night or two, I can't eat or drink, I think I'm gonna fade away.
Well, it's one of those things Where you'd rather not be, So low down and lonesome, Your luck's out at sea.
Eeee..eeee...eeee...oww...
Oh Yeah... oh come on...
It's one of those nights When you know you're alone, Feeling half-crazy, just body and soul.
Well, my cat won't scratch, or show its claws, It just prowls round the house all day. For the last night or two, I can't eat or drink, I think I'm gonna fade away.
Well, it's one of those things Where you'd rather not be, So low down and lonesome, Your luck's out at sea.
Eeee..eeee...eeee...oww...
RORY GALLAGHER
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