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 

[Chorus:]

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

[Chorus:]

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