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