Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings 

Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well 

Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning 

She say, "Scotty why you run so fast, 

Might fall on a piece of glass, 

Might be snakes there in that grass?" 

Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me. 



Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers 

Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell 

Grandma's hands, lord they'd really come in handy 

She say, "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy? 

What you want to whip him for? 

He didn't throw no apple core." 

Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me. 



Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers 

Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell 

Grandma's hands, well they really came in handy 

She say, "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy? 

What you want to whip him for? 

He didn't throw no apple core." 

But I don't have grandma anymore 

When I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands.