These hands are old calloused and old
These hands raised a fam ily,
These hands won the love of my loved one
And with hers they were never alone
If these hands fill their task
Then what more could I ask
For these fingers are worked to the bone
Now don't try to judge me
For my life hasn't been a success
Yet some people have power
While these hands brought
Now I'm tired, and I'm old,
Dear God above, hear my plea
When it's time to judge me
Take a look at these hard
Dear Lord above, hear my plea,
When it's time to judge me,
Take a look at these hard -workin' hands.
