Right Won't Touch a Hand

Right Won't Touch A Hand - George Jones (喬治·瓊斯)

The wind blows sunday papers at my feet

As 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

And looking back i see that i was wrong

But the road i'm on don't lead me back to home

And i can't turn back cause everything is gone yes it's gone

Right won't touch a hand that'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 i've been

And i'll never see the one i love again

Cause looking back i see that i was wrong

But the road i'm on don't lead me back to home

And i can't turn back cause everything is gone yes it's gone

Right won't touch a hand that s filled with wrong

Right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong