These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman
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These hands are calloused and old
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These hands raised a family these hands built a home
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Now these hands raised to praise the Lord
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These hands won the heart of my loved one
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And with hers they were never alone
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If these hands filled their task then what more could one ask
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For these fingers have worked to the bone
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Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
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For my life ain't been much success
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While some people have power but still they grieve
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While these hands brought me happiness
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Now I'm tired and I'm old and I ain't got much gold
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Maybe things ain't been all that I planned
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God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me
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Take a look at these hard working hands
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(God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me)
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Take a look at these hard working hands
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These Hands
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| Hank Snow |
