These Hands chords and lyrics - FRANK IFIELD

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[Intro 1]
[G][Bm][D][G]

[Verse 1]
[D]These han[G]ds ain't
the [D]hands of a [G]gentleman
These hands are old [D]calloused and [G]old
These hands raised a [B]family,
these [C]hands built [G]a home
Now these [A]hands raised
to praise the [D]Lord
These [G]hands won the [D]love of my [G]loved one
And with hers they were [D]never [G]alone
If these hands fill their [B]task
Then what [C]more could I [G]ask
For these fingers are [D]worked to the [G]bone
Now don't try to judge [B]me
by what [C]you'd like to [G]be
For my life hasn't [D]been a suc[G]cess
Yet some people have [B]power
and [C]still they [G]grieve
While these [A]hands brought
me [D]happiness
Now I'm [G]tired, and I'm [D]old,
and I [G]haven't much gold
Maybe things ain't been
[B]all that [C]I planned
Dear God above, hear my plea
When it's [G]time to judge [Em]me
Take [G]a look at these [D]hard
-workin' [G]hands.
Dear Lord above, hear [B]my plea,
When [C]it's time to judge [G]me,
Take a look at these [D]hard -workin' [G]hands.