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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 raised to praise the Lord
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
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
For my life ain't been much success
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
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 4
- Gospel Train
- When Tragedy Struck
- Hank Snow Sings Sacred Songs
- Country & Western Jamboree
- Old Doc Brown and Other Narrations by Hank Snow
- Hank Snow Salutes Jimmie Rodgers
- Country Classics
- Hank Snow Sings
- Legend Of Old Doc Brown
- Songs Of Tragedy
- Souvenirs
- Hello Love
- When My Blue Moon Turns To Gold
- The Jimmie Rodgers Story
- The Singing Ranger Vol. 3
- Hits Hits And More Hits
- Spanish Fire Ball And Other Great Hank Snow Stylin
- The Singing Ranger