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 but 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…