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´d say, "Billy don´t you run so fast,
Might fall on a piece of glass, Might be snaked there in that grass," Grandma´s hands
Grandma´s hands sooth the 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, "Baby Grandma understands, That you really loved that man, Put yourself in Jesus´ 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 the 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. I´ll look for Grandma Um, mm, mm. Grandma´s hands