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, "Gregory, 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 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...
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 said, "Oh 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
Oh I miss you Grandma
I miss you so much...
Grandma's hands...
