Grandma's hands
clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
played a tambourine so well
Oh grandma's hands
used to issue out a warning
She'd say
Billy don't you run so fast
You might fall on a piece of glass
There might be snakes there
in that grass
Grandma's hands
Ooooo aaah
Grandma's hands
clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands
played a tambourine so well
Oh grandma's hands
used to issue out a warning
And she'd say
Billy don't you run so fast
You might fall on a piece of glass
There might be snakes there
in that grass
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
sooth the local unwed mother
Grandma's hands
used to ache sometimes and swell
Oh Grandma's hands
used to lift her face and tell her
And she'd say
Oh baby gradma understands
that you really loved that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands
Grandma's hands
Ooooo aaah
Ooooo aaah
Ooooo aaah
Ooooo aaah
Ooooo aaah
Ooooo aaah
Grandma's hands
used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands
pick me up each time I fell
Oh Grandma's hands
boy they really come in handy
She'd say
Betsy don't you whip that boy
what you wanna 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
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Grandma's hands
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Grandma's hands