Hank Snow
These Hands
These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman These hands are calloused and oldThese hands raised a family These hands built a homeNow these hands raised to praise the LordThese hands won the heart of my loved one And with hers they were never aloneIf these hands filled their task Then what more could one askFor these fingers have worked to the boneNow don't try to judge me by what you'd like me beFor my life ain't been much successWhile some people have power but still they grieveWhile these hands brought me happinessNow I'm tired and I'm old And I ain't got much goldMaybe things ain't been all that I plannedGod above hear my plea when it's time to judge meTake 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
From Letras Mania