Tom: D
Introdução:
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
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
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