These hands aren'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 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 you 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 hasn't been a success   Some people have power but still they grieve   While these hands brought me happiness      Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven't much gold   Maybe things ain't been all that I planned   Lord 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