Il testo della Right won't touch a hand

Right won't touch a hand
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 i'm on don'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 had for me
But now i see the kind of fool i've been
I'll never see the one i love again

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