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 raise to praise the Lord
These hands won the heart of my loved one
And with hers they were never alone
If these hands fill 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 workin' hands
Take a look at these hard workin′ hands

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