D G Em The wind blows Sunday papers by my feetA D As I walk down this cold and lonely streetG Em My hands searched through my pockets for a dimeE A While the memory of you eats away my mind [Chorus:]D G Looking back I see that I was wrongEm A But the road I'm on don't lead me back to homeContinúa después del anuncioD G And I can't turn back 'cause everything is goneD Yes it's goneG D And right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrongD G Em I was filled with so much jealousyA D And doubted all the love you had for meG Em But now I see the kind of fool I've beenE A I'll never see the one I love again [Chorus:]D G Looking back I see that I was wrongEm A But the road I'm on don't lead me back to homeD G And I can't turn back 'cause everything is goneD Yes it's goneG D And right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong
Right Wont Touch A Hand
George Jones
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