Hank Snow - These Hands |
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These Hands
Hank Snow These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman these hands are calloused and old Now these hands raised to praise the Lord These hands raised a family these hands built a home 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 For my life ain't been much success Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be 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 |
