Grandma's Hands

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 Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands