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 said, "Michael, don't you run so fast You 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 She'd say, "Nattie, don't you whip that boy What do you want to spank him for? He didn't drop no apple core But I don't want grandma anymore If I get to Heaven, I will look for grandma's hands"