Grandma’s Hands

Lyrics
Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday mornings Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Billy, why you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass Might be snakes there in that grass," Grandma's hands Grandma's hands sooth the local unwed mothers Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands used to lift our face and tell us "Baby, Grandma understands That you really loved that man Put yourself in Jesus' hands." Grandma's Hands, yeah Grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell 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? 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 Grandma's hands I'm lookin' for her handshake Lord, lord, I loved it when she clapped on Sunday morning Used to play that tambourine "Don't you spank that boy," she used to say Grandma, lord, you know I miss you, Grandma Oh, on Sunday morning, yeah Ooh, yeah Grandma Ah, yeah, yeah She said, "Put yourself in Jesus' hands" Oh, yes she did, yes she did Grandma's hands, yes she Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Miss my Grandma's hands
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Credits
- Writers
- Bill Withers