D                     G            Em 
The wind blows Sunday papers by my feet 
   A                                D 
As I walk down this cold and lonely street 
                             G             Em 
My hands searched through my pockets for a dime 
          E                          A 
While the memory of you eats away my mind  


[Refrão]

D                             G 
Looking back I see that I was wrong 
        Em                                A 
But the road I'm on don't lead me back to home 
       D                                    G 
And I can't turn back 'cause everything is gone 
         D 
Yes it's gone 
                        G                       D 
And right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong 


D                     G            Em 
I was filled with so much jealousy 
   A                                D 
And doubted all the love you had for me 
                             G             Em 
But now I see the kind of fool I've been 
          E                          A 
I'll never see the one I love again 


[Refrão]

D                             G 
Looking back I see that I was wrong 
        Em                                A 
But the road I'm on don't lead me back to home 
       D                                    G 
And I can't turn back 'cause everything is gone 
         D 
Yes it's gone 
                        G                       D 
And right won't touch a hand that's filled with wrong