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


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)