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
Michael don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass
Grandma's hands, ohh
Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mother
Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell
Grandma's hands used to lift her free and tell her
Baby, grandma understands
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in the spirit's hands
Grandma's hands
Ohh, yeah, ohh, yeah
Do, do, do, do, do
Ohh, yeah, ohh, yeah, ohh, yeah, yeah
Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy
Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy
Nattie, don't you whip that boy
What do 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 grandma
Ohh, yeah, I'll be looking for her
Ooh, ooh
Do do do do do
Ooh, ooh
If I ever get up there
I ever go down there
I'll be wandering around
I'll be lookin' for her
I'll be lookin' up and north
And south and west and east
And everywhere I go
Will be my grandma
Those eyes, those hands
Those smiles, those warm little loves
I get from her, ohh
Do do do do do
Ooh
Writer(s): Bill Withers
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