These Hands

      B               F#7        
These hands ain't the hands of a 
B
gentleman
                F#7           B
These hands are calloused and old
                     Eb7          
These hands raised a family these 
E             B
hands built a home
          G#m             C#7     
Now these hands raised to praise 
   F#7
the Lord

     B               F#7      
These hands won the heart of my 
  B
loved one
                F#7           B
And with hers they were never alone
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                     Eb7        
If these hands filled their task 
  E             B
then what more could one ask
          G#m             C#7     
For these fingers have worked to 
   F#7
the bone

          B      Eb7              
Now don't try to judge me by what 
E             B
you'd like me be
                   F#7         B
For my life hasn't been much success
           B           Eb7       
While some people have power but 
E          B
still they grieve
            G#m             
While these hands brought me 
C#7   F#7
happiness

        B             F#7     
Now I'm tired and I'm old and I 
   B
haven’t much gold
                        Eb7        
Maybe things ain't been all that I 
E
planned
                  Fdim          
God above hear my plea when it's 
 B       F#7   B
time to judge me
                     F#7          
Take a look at these hard working 
G#m  C#
hands
       B             F#7          
Take a look at these hard working 
E    B
hands