B F#7 B
These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman
F#7 B
These hands are calloused and old
Eb7 E B
These hands raised a family these hands built a home
G#m C#7 F#7
Now these hands raised to praise the Lord
B F#7 B
These hands won the heart of my loved one
F#7 B
And with hers they were never alone
Eb7 E B
If these hands filled their task then what more could one ask
G#m C#7 F#7
For these fingers have worked to the bone
B Eb7 E B
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
F#7 B
For my life hasn't been much success
B Eb7 E B
While some people have power but still they grieve
G#m C#7 F#7
While these hands brought me happiness
B F#7 B
Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven’t much gold
Eb7 E
Maybe things ain't been all that I planned
Fdim B F#7 B
God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me
F#7 G#m C#
Take a look at these hard working hands
B F#7 E B
Take a look at these hard working hands