^CThese hands ain't the ^G7hands of a ^Cgentleman These hands are ^G7calloused and ^Cold These hands raised a ^Efamily these ^Fhands built a ^Chome Now these hands raised to ^Dpraise the ^G7Lord

These ^Chands won the ^G7heart of my ^Cloved one And with hers they were ^G7never a^Clone If these hands filled their ^Etask then what ^Fmore could one ^Cask For these fingers have ^G7worked to the ^Cbone

Now don't try to judge ^Eme by what ^Fyou'd like me ^Cbe For my life hasn't ^G7been A ^Csuccess^G7 Some ^Cpeople have ^Epower but ^Fstill they ^Cgrieve While these hands brought me ^Ahappi^G7ness

Now I'm ^Ctired and I'm ^G7old and I ^Chaven?t ^G7much ^Cgold Maybe things ain't been ^Eall that I^F planned Lord above hear my plea when it's ^Ctime to ^G7judge ^Cme Take a look at these ^G7hard working ^Chands Take a look at these ^G7hard working ^Chands