Grandmas hands

Grandma´s hands clapped in church on sunday morning
grandma´s hands played a tambourine so well
grandma´s hands used to issue out of warning
she´d say, billy, don´t you run so fast
might fall on a piece of glass
might be snaked there in that grass
grandma´s hands

grandma´s hands soothe a local unwed mother
grandma´s hands used to ache sometime and swell
grandma´s hands used to lift a base and tiller
she´d say, baby, grandma understands
that you really love that man
put yourself in jesus` hands
grandma´s hands

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, 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
grandma´s hands