Mac Wiseman - These hands

^GThese hands ain’t the hands of ^Da gentleman ^{G G}These hands are calloused a^Dnd old ^{G G}These hands raised a family, these^B7 hands raised a hom^Ce ^{G G}Now these hands raise to praise the Lord^{A7 D}

^GThese hands won the heart of my lov^Ded one ^{G G}And with hers they were never alone ^{D G G}If these hands filled their task then w^B7hat more could one ask? ^{C G G}For these fingers have worked to the^D bone ^G

^GNow don't try to judge me by what yo^B7u'd like to be ^{C G G}For my life ain’t been much succe^Dss ^{G G}While some people have power still they^B7 grieve ^{C G G}While these hands brought me happiness ^{A7 D}

^GNow I'm tired and I'm old and I ain^D’t got much^G gold Maybe things ain't been all that I pla^B7nned ^{C C}God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me ^{G G}Take a look at these hard working^D hands ^G

^GNow I'm tired and I'm old and I ai^Dn’t got much^G gold ^GMaybe things ain't been all that I pl^B7anned ^{C C}God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me ^{G G}Take a look at these hard workin^Dg hands ^G