George Jones - Right wont touch a hand

^DThe wind blows Sunday ^Gpapers by my ^Emfeet As ^AI walk down this cold and lonely ^Dstreet My hands searched through my ^Gpockets for a ^Emdime While the ^Ememory of you eats away my ^Amind

^DLooking back I see that I was ^Gwrong But the ^Emroad I'm on don't lead me back to ^Ahome And I c^Dan't turn back 'cause everything is g^Gone Yes it's ^Dgone And right won't touch a ^Ghand that's filled with ^Dwrong

^DI was filled with so m^Guch jealousy ^Em And^A doubted all the love you had for^D me But now I see the kind of foo^Gl I've been ^Em I'll never^E see the one I love again ^A

^DLooking back I see that I was ^Gwrong But the ^Emroad I'm on don't lead me back to ^Ahome And I c^Dan't turn back 'cause everything is g^Gone Yes it's ^Dgone And right won't touch a ^Ghand that's filled with ^Dwrong