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
And tell her she'd say, «Baby, grandma understands
That you really loved that man
and put yourself in Jesus' hands»
Grandma's hands, yeah, I'm talking, I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah
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, «Nettie, don't you whip that girl
What you wanna to 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