Grandma's Hands

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, "Billy don't you run so fast You might fall on a piece of glass And there might be snakes there in that grass," Grandma's hands You know that grandma's hands soothe the local unwed mother Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell oh Grandma's hands used to lift her face and tell her She'd say, "Baby Grandma understands That you really loved that man But put yourself in Jesus' hands." Grandma's Hands You know that, grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy And grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell oh Grandma's hands, boy they really came in handy She'd say, "Mattie don't you whip that boy What you want to spank him for? Say, he didn't drop no apple core," But I don't have Grandma anymore Say, if I get to heaven I'll look If I get to heaven I'll look If I get to heaven I'll look If I get to heaven If I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands