Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so well

Grandma's hand used to issue out a warning

She'd say, "Baby, don't you run so fast

Might fall on a piece of glass, might be snakes there in my grass"

Grandma's hands, I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma's hands

Grandma's hands, soothed the local unwed mother

My 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

But you really loved that man and put herself in Jesus' hands"

Grandma's hands, yeah, I'm talking, I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah

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, "Nettie, don't you whip that girl

What you wanna spank her for she didn't drop no apple-core"

But I don' have grandma anymore

If I get to Heaven I'll look for grandma's hands

I'm talking 'bout my grandma, talking 'bout my grandma, oh yeah

I'm talking 'bout my grandma, I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah

Grandma, grandma, I'm talking 'bout my grandma