B               F#7        B 
These hands ain't the hands of a gentleman  
                F#7           B 
These hands are calloused and old 
                     Eb7          E             B 
These hands raised a family these hands built a home 
          G#m             C#7        F#7 
Now these hands raised to praise the Lord 
  
     B               F#7        B 
These hands won the heart of my loved one  
                F#7           B 
And with hers they were never alone 
                     Eb7          E             B 
If these hands filled their task then what more could one ask 
          G#m             C#7        F#7 
For these fingers have worked to the bone 

          B      Eb7              E             B 
Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be 
                   F#7         B        
For my life hasn't been much success 
           B           Eb7       E          B 
While some people have power but still they grieve 
            G#m             C#7   F#7 
While these hands brought me happiness 

        B             F#7        B 
Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven’t much gold 
                        Eb7        E 
Maybe things ain't been all that I planned 
                  Fdim           B       F#7   B 
God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me 
                     F#7          G#m  C# 
Take a look at these hard working hands 
       B             F#7          E    B 
Take a look at these hard working hands