Grandma’s Hands Will Downing

Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, yeah yeah yeah

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

Ooh, grandma

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"
Grandma's 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