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
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 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