Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well

Oh, grandma's hands used to reach you all at one

And she'd say 'Billy, don't you run so fast, you might fall on a piece of glass

There might be snakes there in that grass

Grandma's hands

Ooooo-aaah, grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well

Oh, grandma's hands used to reach you all at one

And she'd say 'Billy, don't you run so fast, you might fall on a piece of glass

There might be snakes there in that grass

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands sued the local and with mother

Grandma's hands used to wake sometimes and swell

Oh, Grandma's hands used to lift the girl and tell her

And she'd say 'Oh, baby gradma understands that you really loved that man

Put yourself in Jesus hands'

Grandma's hands

Ooooo-aaah

Ooooo-aaah

Ooooo-aaah

Ooooo-aaah

Ooooo-aaah

Ooooo-aaah

Grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy

Grandma's hands lift me up each time I fell

Oh, Grandma's hands boy they really come in handy

She'd say 'Billy don't you hit that boy, what you wanna spank him for?

He didn't drop no apricot'

but I loved the grandma anymore ?

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands