C G7 C
These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman
G7 C
These hands are calloused and old
E F C
These hands raised a family these hands built a home
D G7
Now these hands raised to praise the Lord
C G7 C
These hands won the heart of my loved one
G7 C
And with hers they were never alone
E F C
If these hands filled their task then what more could one ask
G7 C
For these fingers have worked to the bone
E F C
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
G7 C G7
For my life hasn't been A success
C E F C
Some people have power but still they grieve
A G7
While these hands brought me happiness
C G7 C G7 C
Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven?t much gold
E F
Maybe things ain't been all that I planned
C G7 C
Lord above hear my plea when it's time to judge me
G7 C
Take a look at these hard working hands
G7 C
Take a look at these hard working hands
