Gregory Porter, Ben L’Oncle Soul - Grandma's Hands lyrics

Grandma's hands clapped in church
On Sunday morning
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Gregory, 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 sooth the 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 loved that man
Put yourself in Jesus' hands"
Grandma's hands grandma

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 said, "Oh Mattie, don't you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He 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 oh, I miss you Grandma
I miss you so much

Grandma's hands