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...