Gil Scott-Heron - Grandma’s Hands lyrics
[Gil Scott-Heron - Grandma’s Hands lyrics]
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 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
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