Grand Ma's Hands

Mmm-mm-mm, Mmm-mm-mm. verse 1: 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, Might fall on, A piece of glass, "Might be snakes there, In that grass", Grandma's hands. verse 2: Grandma's hands, Soothed a local unwed mother, Grandma's hands, Used to ache, Sometimes and swell. Grandma's hands, Used to lift her face, And tell her, "Baby, Grandma understands, That you really, Love that man, Put yourself, In Jesus hands", Grandma's hands. verse 3: 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, "Matty don' you, Whip that boy, What you want, To spank him for? He didn' drop, No apple core", But I don't have, Grandma anymore, If I get to Heaven, I'll look for, Grandma's hands. Outro: Mmm-mm-mm.