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... I'm talking 'bout my grandma...
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