Grandma’s Hands Bill Withers

Grandma’s hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma’s hands played the tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands used to issue out a warning
She say baby don’t you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands soothed the 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 understand
That you really love that man
Put your faith (life) in Jesus’ hands
Grandma’s hands

Grandma’s hands used to give me piece of candy
Grandma’s hands picked me up each time I fell
Grandma’s hands Lord they really came in handy
She 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 any more
If I get to heaven I’ll look for my
Grandma’s Hands