Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well

Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning

She'd say, "Billy don't you run so fast

Might fall on a piece of glass

Might be snaked there in that grass,"

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands sooth the 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 loved that man

Put yourself in Jesus' hands."

Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy

Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell

Grandma's hands, boy the really came in handy

She'd say, "Mattie don't you whip that boy

What you want to spank him for?

He 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

I'll look for Grandma

Um, mm, mm

Grandma's hands