Grandma’s Hands

Hey nana hey nana hey na
Hey nana hey nana hey na
Grandma’s hands
Clapped in church on Sunday morning

Grandma’s hands
Played a tambourine so well
Grandma’s hands
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 that grass
Grandma’s hands
Grandma’s hands

Soothed a local unwed mother
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 the Good Lord’s hands

Grandma’s hands
Hey nana hey nana hey na
Hey nana hey nana hey na
She had class and style

She had knowledge by the mile
Lit the world up with her smile
But very low-key on the profile
She said, tellin’ tales is a no
Let me tell you how it goes

Pure’s the word
Serve’s the verb
Love is the cure so
Live what you learn

Hey nana hey nana hey na
Hey nana hey nana hey na
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, mama don’t you whip that child
What you want to spank her for?
She 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

Hey nana hey nana hey na
Hey nana hey nana hey na
Hey nana hey nana hey na
Hey nana hey nana hey na