Grandma’s Hands

Hey nana hey nana hey na

Hey nana hey nana hey na

Grandma’s hands

Clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma’s hands

Played a tambourine so well

Grandma’s hands

Used to issue out a warning

She’d say, baby don’t you run so fast

Might fall on a piece of glass

Might be snakes there in that grass

Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands

Soothed a local unwed mother

Grandma’s hands

Used to ache sometimes and swell

Grandma’s hands

Used to lift her face and tell her

She’d say, baby, Grandma understands

That you really love that man

Put yourself in the Good Lord’s hands

Grandma’s hands

Hey nana hey nana hey na

Hey nana hey nana hey na

She had class and style

She had knowledge by the mile

Lit the world up with her smile

But very low-key on the profile

She said, tellin’ tales is a no

Let me tell you how it goes

Pure’s the word

Serve’s the verb

Love is the cure so

Live what you learn

Hey nana hey nana hey na

Hey nana hey nana hey na

Grandma’s hands

Used to hand me piece of candy

Grandma’s hands

Picked me up each time I fell

Grandma’s hands

Boy, they really came in handy

She’d say, mama don’t you whip that child

What you want to spank her for?

She didn’t drop no apple core

But I don’t have Grandma anymore

If I get to heaven I’ll look for

Grandma’s hands

Hey nana hey nana hey na

Hey nana hey nana hey na

Hey nana hey nana hey na

Hey nana hey nana hey na