Right Won't Touch A Hand

The wind blow Sunday paper at my feet

As I walk down this cold and lonely street

My hand search through my pocket for a dime

While the mem'ry of you eats away my mind

And looking back I find that I was wrong

The wrong I'm on won't lead me back to home

And I can't turn back cause everything is gone

Yes it's gone and right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong

I was filled with so much jealousy

And doubted all the love you gave to me

But now I see the kind of fool I've been

And I'll never see the one I love again

And looking back I find that I was wrong...

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