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 

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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