These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman these hands are calloused and old

These hands raised a family and these hands raised 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 never alone

If these hands do their task then what more can one ask

For these fingers have worked to the bone

Now I'm tired and I'm old and I ain't got much gold

Maybe things ain't been all that I planned

But God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me

Take a look at these hard working hands

Yes I'm tired and I'm old...

(These hands)