Текст: George Jones. On The Other Hand.

On one hand I count the reasons
I could stay with you
And hold you close to me
All night long

So many lover's games
I'd love to play with you
On that hand
There's no reason why it's wrong

But on the other hand
There's a golden band
To remind me of someone
Who would not understand

On one hand
I could stay and be your loving man
But the reason I must go
Is on the other hand

In your arms I feel the passion
That I thought had died
When I looked into your eyes
I found myself

When I first kissed your lips
I felt so alive
I've got to hand it to you girl
You're something else

But on the other hand
There's a golden band
To remind me of someone
Who would not understand

On one hand
I could stay and be your loving man
Oh, but the reason I must go
Is on the other hand
Yes, the reason I must go
Is on the other hand