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Johnny Cash
"These Hands" lyrics

These Hands

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