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