Right Wont Touch A Hand

D G Em The wind blows Sunday papers by my feet A D As I walk down this cold and lonely street G Em My hands searched through my pockets for a dime E A While the memory of you eats away my mind D G Looking back I see that I was wrong Em A But the road I'm on don't lead me back to home D G And I can't turn back 'cause everything is gone D Yes it's gone G D And right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong D G Em I was filled with so much jealousy A D And doubted all the love you had for me G Em But now I see the kind of fool I've been E A I'll never see the one I love again D G Looking back I see that I was wrong Em A But the road I'm on don't lead me back to home D G And I can't turn back 'cause everything is gone D Yes it's gone G D And right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong