Right Won’t Touch a Hand

Album cover art for "Right Won’t Touch a Hand" by George Jones

George Jones - Country, In English

Right Won’t Touch a Hand

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Duration: 2:08

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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

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