Текст песни These Hands

These hands ain't the hands of a gentle man

These hands are calloused and old

These hands raised a family

These hands raised a home

Now these hands raise to pray to 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 to be

For my life ain't been much success

While some hands have power

But still they grieve

While these hands brought me happiness
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Now I'm tired and I'm old

And I ain't got much gold

Maybe things ain't been all

That I planned (that I planned)

God above, hear my plea

When it's time to judge me

Take a look at these hard working hands

(Hard working hands)

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

(Hard working hands)