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Grandma's Hands Lyrics by Will Downing
Grandma's Hands by Will Downing
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'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, soothed the local unwed mothers
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
That you really love that man, put yourself in Jesus' hands"
Ooh, take it up
Ohh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Grandma's hands, used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands, picked me up each time I fell, ohh
Grandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy
She'd say, "Matty, don' you whip that boy
What 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 my grandma, my grandma, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I really miss you [Incomprehensible], really miss you [Incomprehensible]
Makes me wanna mourn sometimes
Ooh, grandma, yeah yeah yeah
Real special lady, she was
She used to pick me up when I was down
She changed my whole life around
And I missed my, missed my grandma, my grandma, my grandma's hands
And I missed my grandma, my grandma, my grandma's hands