Grandma's Hands Lyrics

Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so well Grandma's hand 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 my grass"
Grandma's hands, I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma's hands Grandma's hands, soothed the local unwed mother My 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 But you really loved that man and put herself in Jesus' hands"
Grandma's hands, yeah, I'm talking, I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah 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, they really came in handy
She'd say, "Nettie, don't you whip that girl What you wanna spank her for she didn't drop no apple-core" But I don' have grandma anymore If I get to Heaven I'll look for grandma's hands
I'm talking 'bout my grandma, talking 'bout my grandma, oh yeah I'm talking 'bout my grandma, I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah Grandma, grandma, I'm talking 'bout my grandma