Mac Wiseman - These hands

^FThese hands ain’t the hands of ^Ga gentleman ^{F F}These hands are calloused a^Gnd old ^{F F}These hands raised a family, these^E7 hands raised a hom^Fe ^{F F}Now these hands raise to praise the Lord^{D7 G}

^FThese hands won the heart of my lov^Ged one ^{F F}And with hers they were never alone ^{G F F}If these hands filled their task then w^E7hat more could one ask? ^{F F F}For these fingers have worked to the^G bone ^F

^FNow don't try to judge me by what yo^E7u'd like to be ^{F F F}For my life ain’t been much succe^Gss ^{F F}While some people have power still they^E7 grieve ^{F F F}While these hands brought me happiness ^{D7 G}

^FNow I'm tired and I'm old and I ain^G’t got much^F gold Maybe things ain't been all that I pla^E7nned ^{F F}God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me ^{F F}Take a look at these hard working^G hands ^F

^FNow I'm tired and I'm old and I ai^Gn’t got much^F gold ^FMaybe things ain't been all that I pl^E7anned ^{F F}God above hear my plea when it's time to judge me ^{F F}Take a look at these hard workin^Gg hands ^F