George Jones — These Hands

(Eddie Noack) 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 have raised 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 For these fingers have worked to the bone Now don't try to judge me by what you'd like me be For my life, it ain't been much success While some people have power and still they grieve These hands brought me happiness Oh, I'm tired and I'm old and I've not 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 Take a look at these hard working hands...