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
Baby,  don'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
Baby, grandma 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 grandma, ah 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
Boy, they  really came in handy
She'd say
Nettie, don'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...