These Hands
George Jones · A Good Year For The Roses
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...
These Hands
These Hands stands as a poignant song in George Jones's celebrated discography, appearing on the 1972 album A Good Year For The Roses. During this era, Jones was refining the sound that would define his legacy as the Poet of Pain, delivering performances marked by raw emotional intensity and masterful vocal control. The track exemplifies the classic country style of the early 1970s, blending traditional instrumentation with the heartbreak narratives that became his signature. As part of an album widely regarded as one of his finest, the recording captures the artist at a peak creative moment, showcasing his ability to convey deep vulnerability through his delivery. This work remains a testament to Jones's enduring influence on country music, offering listeners a glimpse into the sophisticated artistry that solidified his status as a genre icon.