Workin’ Hands

Lyrics
[Verse 1] Ol' Jud was a farmer in Tennessee He had the biggest hands I ever did see At washing time, at the end of the day The more he'd scrub them hands, the louder he'd say [Chorus 1] "I got working hands, working hands Rough, tough working hands To plant the fields and plow the lands The Lord, he give me working hands" [Verse 2] He'd rise up early every morn To sow and grow those crops of cotton and corn By noontime, he was at his peak By dark, he'd done what takes most farmers a week [Chorus 2] 'cause he had working hands, working hands Rough, tough working hands To plant the fiеlds and plow the lands The good Lord gave him working hands [Verse 3] Jud's boy had comе to the field to play While we were reaping wheat one harvest day He fell in front of a big machine Ol' Jud was near and jumped right in between [Chorus 3] And with those working hands, working hands Rough, tough working hands He grabbed the blade and saved the lad But his hands got tore up mighty bad [Verse 4] We rushed to town and Doc swore "Jud, don't be using them hands no more" "But Doc, these are working hands!" [Chorus 4] (Working hands, working hands) Rough, tough working hands To plant the fields and plow the lands Lord, he give me working hands [Verse 5] Ol' Jud's working days are past The boy he saved is strong and growing up fast He taught that boy his working style And loves to point him out and say with a smile [Chorus 5] "He's got working hands, working hands Rough, tough working hands To plant the fields and plow the lands The Lord gave my son working hands" (working hands) Working hands (working hands) Working hands (working hands) Working hands (working hands)
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Credits
- Writers
- George Goehring
- Richard Coleman (Country)