Grandma's Hands

Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning She'd say, "Scotty why you run so fast Might fall on a piece of glass Might be snakes there in that grass" Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mother Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands, lord they'd really come in handy She'D say, "Bobbie why you whip that boy? What you want to whip him for? He didn't throw no apple core" Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mother Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands, well they really came in handy She'd say, "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy? What you want to whip him for? He didn't throw no apple core" But I don't have grandma anymore When I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands Yeah, they keep on calling to me Yeah, yeah Keep on calling, said yeah, yeah They keep on calling to me Yeah, can't look back Can't look back but I still remember thinking It means so much to me 'Bout the way I am and how I came to be Yeah, said hey, hey I need, I need, I need I feel it more like everyday I need to say everyday I need to say everyday I need to say I feel like I'm because of Grandma's hands I feel, I feel like I've become like Grandma's hands I'm the way I am because of Grandma's hands Talked with me and boarded me and shaked me