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(Earl Montgomery) 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 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. Right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong... |