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George Jones
right won't touch a hand
The wind blows Sunday papers by my feetAs I walk down this cold and lonely street
My hands searched through my pockets for a dime
While the memory of you eats away my mind
Looking back I see that I was wrong
But the road Iâ??m on donâ??t lead me back to home
And I canâ??t turn back â??cause everything is gone
Yes itâ??s gone
And right wonâ??t touch a hand thatâ??s filled with wrong
I was filled with so much jealousy
And doubted all the love you had for me
But now I see the kind of fool Iâ??ve been
Iâ??ll never see the one I love again
Looking back I see that I was wrong
But the road Iâ??m on donâ??t lead me back to home
And I canâ??t turn back â??cause everything is gone
Yes itâ??s gone
And right wonâ??t touch a hand thatâ??s filled with wrong
Right wonâ??t touch a hand thatâ??s filled with wrong