Grandma´s hands Clapped in church on Sunday morning Grandma´s hands Played the tambourine so well Grandma´s hands
Grandma´s hand used to issue out a warning And 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 Soothed the local unwed mother My grandma´s hands Used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma´s hands Used to lift her face And tell her she´d say Baby, grandma understands But you really loved that man And put herself in Jesus´ hands Grandma´s hands Yeah. . .
I´m talking... I´m talking ´Bout my grandma, ah yeah! Grandma´s hands Used to hand me a piece of candy Ah Grandma´s hands Picked me up each time I fell Grandma´s hands Boy, they really came in handy She´d say Nettie, don´t you whip that girl What you wanna spank her for She didn´t drop no apple core But I don´ have grandma anymore If I get to heaven I´ll look for Grandma´s hands I´m talking ´bout my grandma Talking ´bout my grandma Oho...yeah...