Grandma's Hands - Barbra Streisand

Grandma's hands 
Clapped in church on Sunday morning 
Grandma's hands 
Played the tambourine so well 
Grandma's hands 
Grandma's hand used to issue out a warning 
And she’d say 
Baby, don't you run so fast 
Might fall on a piece of glass 
Might be snakes there in my grass 
Grandma's hands 
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma's hands 
Soothed the local unwed mother 
My 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 
But you really loved that man 
And put herself in Jesus' hands 
Grandma's hands 
Yeah. . . 
I'm talking... I’m talking 
'Bout my grandma, ah yeah! 
Grandma’s hands 
Used to hand me a piece of candy 
Ah Grandma's hands 
Picked me up each time I fell 
Grandma's hands 
Boy, they really came in handy 
She'd say 
Nettie, don't you whip that girl 
What you wanna spank her for 
She didn't drop no apple core 
But I don' have grandma anymore 
If I get to heaven I’ll look for 
Grandma's hands 
I'm talking 'bout my grandma 
Talking 'bout my grandma 
Oho...yeah... 
I’m talking 'bout my grandma...