These hands are callous and dull
These hands raised a family,
these hands raised a home
These hands won the heart
And with hers they were never alone
If these hands filled their tasks,
then what more could one ask,
Now don't try to judge me
by what you'd like to be,
for my life ain't been much success.
While some people have power,
While these hands brought
and I ain't got much gold
When it's time to judge me
Take a look at these hard
How I'm tired, and I'm old,
and I ain't got much gold
Maybe things ain't at all
Thought of all, hear my plea
When it's time to judge me
Take a look at these hard -working hands
