Grandma’s Hand

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 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 Um, mm, mm