Grandma's Hands

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

She'd say "Matty don' you whip that boy

What you want to spank him for

He didn't drop no apple core"

Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands

Soothed a 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 "Matty don' 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