3 acessos
These hands ain'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 have 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 one ask
For these fingers have worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life it ain't been much success
While some people have power but still they grieve
These hands brought me happiness
Lord I'm tired and I'm old and I not 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
Take a look at these hard working hands