These Hands

These Hands
 
      C               G7        C
These [] hands ain't the hands of a gentleman 
                G7           C
These hands are calloused and old
                     E7          F             C
These hands raised a family these hands built a home
          Am             D7        G7
Now these hands raised to praise the Lord
 
     C               G7        C
These [] hands won the [] heart of my [] loved one 
                G7           C
And with [] hers they were never [] alone
                     E7          F             C
If these hands filled their [] task then what [] more could one [] ask
          Am             D7        G7
For these [] fingers have [] worked to the [] bone
 
          C      E7              F             C
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be
                   G7         C
For my life hasn't been much success
           C           E7       F          C
While some people have power but still they grieve
            Am             D7   G7
While these hands brought me happiness
 
        C             G7        C
Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven’t much gold
                        E7        F
Maybe things ain't been all that I planned
                  F#dim          C       G7   C
God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me
                     G7          Am  D
Take a look at these hard working hands
       C             G7          F    C
Take a look at these hard working hands

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.

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?
Though these fingers have worked to the bone.

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, 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.