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Granmas hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Granmas hands played the tambourine so well
Granmas hands used to issue out a warning
Michael dont you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass
Granmas hands
Granmas hands sooth the local unwed mother
Granmas hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Granmas hands used to lift her free and tell her
Baby Granma understands
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in the Spirits hands
Granmas hands
Granmas hands used to hand me a piece of candy
Granmas hands picked me up each time I fell
Granmas hands, boy they really came in handy
Mattie dont you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He didnt drop no apple core
But I dont have Granma any more
If I get to heaven Ill look for
Granma
If I ever get up there
If I ever go down there
Ill be wandering around
Ill be looking for her
Ill be looking up a north a south a west and east and everywhere I go
Baby Granma
Those eyes, those hands, those smiles
Those warm little looks I get from her...