Grandma's Hands
Ton : AEnglish
AmMmm-mm-mm,
AmMmm-mm-mm.
AmGrandma's hands,
Clapped in church,
On Sunday morning,
AmGrandma's hands,
Played E7a tambourine so well.
AmGrandma's hands,
Used to issue,
Out a warning,
She'd sE7ay, "Billy don't you,
D7Run so fast,
E7Might fall on,
D7A piece of glass,
E7"Might be snakes there,
D7In that grass",
AmGrandma's hands.
AmGrandma's hands,
Soothed a local unwed mother,
AmGrandma's hands,
Used toE7 ache,
Sometimes and swell.
AmGrandma's hands,
Used to lift her face,
And tell her,
E7"Baby, GD7randma understands,
E7That youD7 really,
D7Love that man,
E7Put yourself,
D7In Jesus hands",
AmGrandma's hands.
AmGrandma's hands,
Used to hand me,
Piece of candy,
AmGrandma's hands,
Picked E7me up,
Each time I fell.
AmGrandma's hands,
Boy, they really,
Came in handy,
She'd sE7ay, "Matty don'you,
D7Whip that boy,
E7What you want,
D7To spank him for ?
E7He didn'drop,
D7No apple core",
E7But I don't have,
D7Grandma anymore,
E7If I get to Heaven,
D7I'll look for,
AmGrandma's hands.
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