Meg Mac - Grandma's hands lyrics

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 gla** There might be snakes there in that gra**,' Grandma's hands Oah, 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 gla** There might be snakes there in that gra**,' 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 Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah Oah 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 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 Grandma's hands Grandma's hands