[Verse 1]
These hands ain'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 raise to praise the Lord

[Verse 2]
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

[Verse 3]
Now, don't try to judge me by what you'd like to be
For my life ain't been much success
While some people have power, and still they grieve
These hands brought me happiness

[Verse 4]
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
Take a look at these hard-working hands