Send "Right Won't Touch A Hand" Ringtone to your Cell

WRITER EARL MONTGOMERY
Copyright 1971

The wind blows Sunday papers by 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

Looking back I see that I was wrong
But the road Im on dont lead me back to home
And I cant turn back cause everything is gone
Yes its gone
And right wont touch a hand thats 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 Ive been
Ill never see the one I love again

Looking back I see that I was wrong
But the road Im on dont lead me back to home
And I cant turn back cause everything is gone
Yes its gone
And right wont touch a hand thats filled with wrong
Right wont touch a hand thats filled with wrong


Send "Right Won't Touch A Hand" Ringtone to your Cell

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Songwriters: EARL MONTGOMERY