These Hands

These Hands - Hank Snow

These hands ain'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 one 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 ain't been much success

While some people have power

And still they grieve

While these hands brought me happiness

Now I'm tired and I'm old

And I ain't got much gold

Maybe things ain't been all

That I planned

God above hear my plea when

It's time to judge me

Take a look at these hard working hands

God above hear my plea when

It's time to judge me

Take a look at these hard working hands