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
Babydon 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
Babygrandma 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 grandmaah 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
Boythey really came in handy
She d say
Nettiedon 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...

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