Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Oh, grandma's hands used to reach you all at one
And she'd say 'Billy, don't you run so fast, you might fall on a piece of glass
There might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma's hands
OO-aah, grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Oh, grandma's hands used to reach you all at one
And she'd say 'Billy, don't you run so fast, you might fall on a piece of glass
There might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma's hands

Grandma's hands sued the local and with mother
Grandma's hands used to wake sometimes and swell
Oh, Grandma's hands used to lift the girl and tell her
And she'd say 'Oh, baby gradma understands that you really loved that man
Put yourself in Jesus hands'
Grandma's hands

OO-aah
OO-aah
OO-aah
OO-aah
OO-aah
OO-aah

Grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands lift me up each time I fell
Oh, Grandma's hands boy they really come in handy
She'd say 'Billy don't you hit that boy, what you wanna spank him for?
He didn't drop no apricot'
But I loved the grandma anymore?

Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands