Artist: George Jones
[D]The wind blows Sunday [G]papers by my [Em]feet
As [A]I walk down this cold and lonely [D]street
My hands searched through my [G]pockets for a [Em]dime
While the [E]memory of you eats away my [A]mind
[CHORUS]
[D]Looking back I see that I was [G]wrong
But the [Em]road I'm on don't lead me back to [A]home
And I c[D]an't turn back 'cause everything is g[G]one
Yes it's [D]gone
And right won't touch a [G]hand that's filled with [D]wrong
[D]I was filled with so m[G]uch jealousy [Em]
And[A] doubted all the love you had for[D] me
But now I see the kind of foo[G]l I've been [Em]
I'll never[E] see the one I love again [A]
[CHORUS]
[D]Looking back I see that I was [G]wrong
But the [Em]road I'm on don't lead me back to [A]home
And I c[D]an't turn back 'cause everything is g[G]one
Yes it's [D]gone
And right won't touch a [G]hand that's filled with [D]wrong
As [A]I walk down this cold and lonely [D]street
My hands searched through my [G]pockets for a [Em]dime
While the [E]memory of you eats away my [A]mind
[CHORUS]
[D]Looking back I see that I was [G]wrong
But the [Em]road I'm on don't lead me back to [A]home
And I c[D]an't turn back 'cause everything is g[G]one
Yes it's [D]gone
And right won't touch a [G]hand that's filled with [D]wrong
[D]I was filled with so m[G]uch jealousy [Em]
And[A] doubted all the love you had for[D] me
But now I see the kind of foo[G]l I've been [Em]
I'll never[E] see the one I love again [A]
[CHORUS]
[D]Looking back I see that I was [G]wrong
But the [Em]road I'm on don't lead me back to [A]home
And I c[D]an't turn back 'cause everything is g[G]one
Yes it's [D]gone
And right won't touch a [G]hand that's filled with [D]wrong
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