Grandma’s Hands

Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday mornings

Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well

Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning

She'd say, "Billy, why 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 mothers

Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell

Grandma's hands used to lift our face and tell us

"Baby, Grandma understands

That you really loved that man

Put yourself in Jesus' hands."

Grandma's Hands, yeah

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'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

Grandma's hands

I'm lookin' for her handshake

Lord, lord, I loved it when she clapped on Sunday morning

Used to play that tambourine

"Don't you spank that boy," she used to say

Grandma, lord, you know I miss you, Grandma

Oh, on Sunday morning, yeah

Ooh, yeah

Grandma

Ah, yeah, yeah

She said, "Put yourself in Jesus' hands"

Oh, yes she did, yes she did

Grandma's hands, yes she

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Miss my Grandma's hands