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 said, "Michael, don't you run so fast

You might fall on a piece of glass

Might be snakes there, in that grass"

Grandma's hands

Grandma′s hands soothed the local unwed mother

Grandma′s hands used to ache sometimes and swell

Grandma's hands used to lift her free and tell her

Baby, grandma understands

That you really loved that man

Put yourself in the spirit′s hands

Grandma's hands

Grandma′s hands used to hand me a 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, "Nattie, don't you whip that boy

What do you want to spank him for?

He didn′t drop no apple core

But I don′t want grandma anymore

If I get to Heaven, I will look for grandma's hands"