These Hands

      B               F#7        B
These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman
                F#7           B
These hands are calloused and old
                     Eb7          E             B
These hands raised a family these hands built a home
          G#m             C#7        F#7
Now these hands raised to praise the Lord

     B               F#7        B
These hands won the heart of my loved one
                F#7           B
And with hers they were never alone
                     Eb7          E             B
If these hands filled their task then what more could one ask
          G#m             C#7        F#7
For these fingers have worked to the bone

          B      Eb7              E             B
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
                   F#7         B
For my life hasn't been much success
           B           Eb7       E          B
While some people have power but still they grieve
            G#m             C#7   F#7
While these hands brought me happiness

        B             F#7        B
Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven’t much gold
                        Eb7        E
Maybe things ain't been all that I planned
                  Fdim           B       F#7   B
God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me
                     F#7          G#m  C#
Take a look at these hard working hands
       B             F#7          E    B
Take a look at these hard working hands