These Hands Songtext
von George Jones

These hands ain′t the hands of a gentleman these hands are callous and old, these hands raised a family, these hands built a home.
Now these hands had raised to praise the Lord.
These hands won the heart of my loved one and with hers they were never alone.
If these hands fill there task then what more could ones ask for these fingers have worked to the bones.
Now don't try to judge me by what you′d like to be. For my life it ain't been much success, while some people held power and still they grieve.
These hands bought me happiness, oh I'm tired and I′m old and I′ve not got much gold.
Maybe things ain't been all that i planned.
God above hear my plea when its time to judge me.
Take a look at these hard working hands, take a look at these hard working hands