Lyrics Will Downing

Will Downing

Grandma's Hands

Aha, aha, aha, aha, aha, yeah yeah yeah

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, "Billy, don't you run so fast

Might fall on a piece of glass, might be snakes there

in that grass"

Grandma's hands

Ooh, grandma

Grandma's hands, soothed the local unwed mothers

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 love that man, put yourself in Jesus'

hands"

Grandma's hands

Ooh, take it up

Ohh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Grandma's hands, used to hand me piece of candy

Grandma's hands, picked me up each time I fell, ohh

Grandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy

She'd say, "Matty, don' 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 my grandma, my

grandma, huh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I really miss you, really miss you

Makes me wanna mourn sometimes

Ooh, grandma, yeah yeah yeah

Real special lady, she was

She used to pick me up when I was down

She changed my whole life around

And I missed my, missed my grandma, my grandma, my

grandma's hands

And I missed my grandma, my grandma, my grandma's hands