Grandma’s Hands Jeff Lorber (Ft. Eric Benét)

Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday mornings
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Billy, why you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass,"
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands sooth the local unwed mothers
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands used to lift our face and tell us
"Baby, Grandma understands
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in Jesus' hands."
Grandma's Hands, yeah

Grandma's hands used to hand me 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, "Mattie don't you whip that boy
What 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's hands
Grandma's hands