Granma's Hands

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
Michael, 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 free and tell her
Baby, grandma understands
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in the spirit's hands
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy
Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy
Nattie, don't you whip that boy
What d' you want to 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
Oh yeah, I'll be looking for her

If I ever get up there
Ah, if I go down there
I'll be wandering around
I'll be looking for her
I'll be looking up and north and south and west and east
And everywhere I go
Will be grandma
Those eyes! Those hands! Those smiles!
Those warm little loves I get from her, oh...