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...