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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 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 mothers Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands, lord they'd really come in handy She say, "Bobbie why you want to 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 mothers Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Grandma's hands, well they really came in handy She 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. From Letras Mania