Lyrics These Hands - Hank Snow
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
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
ain't
been
much
success
While
some
people
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
God
above
hear
my
plea
when
it's
time
to
judge
me
Take
a
look
at
these
hard
working
hands
(God
above
hear
my
plea
when
it's
time
to
judge
me)
Take
a
look
at
these
hard
working
hands
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