GRANDMA'S HANDS

Mn mn mn... 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 Grandma's hands soothe a local unwed mother Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes 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 a piece of candy Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell Grandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy She's 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 Grandma's hands Mn mn mn