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 Michael, 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 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 Nattie, don't you whip that boy What d' 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 grandma Oh yeah, I'll be looking for her If I ever get up there Ah, if I go down there I'll be wandering around I'll be lookin' for her I'll be lookin' up and north and south and west and east And everywhere I go Will be grandma Those eyes! Those hands! Those smiles! Those warm little loves I get from her, oh...