Grandma’s Hands

Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands played a tambourine so well
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
And there might be snakes there in that grass,"
Grandma's hands

You know that grandma's hands soothe 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
She'd say, "Baby Grandma understands
That you really loved that man
But put yourself in Jesus' hands."
Grandma's Hands

You know that, grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy
And grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell oh
Grandma's hands, boy they really came in handy
She'd say, "Mattie don't you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
Say, he didn't drop no apple core,"
But I don't have Grandma anymore
Say, if I get to heaven I'll look
If I get to heaven I'll look
If I get to heaven I'll look
If I get to heaven
If I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands