These Hands (Unreleased, Self Portrait)

　　These Hands (Unreleased, Self Portrait) - Bob Dylan

　　These hands aren'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 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 you 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 hasn't been a success

　　Some people have power but still they grieve

　　While these hands brought me happiness

　　Now I'm tired and I'm old and I haven't much gold

　　Maybe things ain't been all that I planned

　　Lord 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