These Hands - Bob Dylan

These hands aren’t the hands of a gentleman

These hands are calloused and old

But these hands raised a family

These hands built a home

Now these hands raise to pray 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 can one ask?

For these fingers have worked to the bone

Now don’t try to judge me by what you’d like to be

For my life ain’t been much success

While some people have power, but still they grieve

While these hands brought me happiness

Now I’m tired and I’m old and I ain’t got much gold

Maybe things ain’t been all that I planned

But Lord above, hear my plea, when it’s time to take me

Take a look at these hard-workin' hands