Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Grandma's Hands, artist - Ron Kenoly. Album song Dwell In the House, in the genre Date of issue: 06.05.2013
Record label: Integrity
Song language: English
Grandma's Hands |
| Baby don’t you run so fast |
| (She was always giving us a warning) |
| Might be snakes there in that grass |
| (She was looking out…) |
| Grandma’s Hands |
| (I remember them well.) |
| 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 |
| She’d say «Gladys don’t you run so fast! |
| Might fall on a piece of glass! |
| Might be snakes there in that grass!» |
| Grandma’s hands |
| Grandma’s hands Soothed a local unwed mother |
| 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. |
| That you really love that man. |
| Put yourself in Jesus' hands.» |
| Grandma’s hands |
| Couldn’t wait till Sunday morning (oh baby don’t you run so fast) |
| Cooking up that fried chicken, |
| Smelling up the whole house |
| «Gladys don’t you run so fast! |
| Might fall on a piece of glass! |
| Might be snakes there in that grass!» |
| Grandma’s hands |
| Ain’t nothing like grandma’s hands |
| Family is a gift of god, |
| With this song I’d like to pay harness |
| To one of it’s members |
| Over the years her importance has been diminished |
| Her image tarnished, but to me she’ll always be a rare jewel |
| I’ve heard her called by many loving nicknames |
| Nana, Mimi, Mamaw, Big Mama, Poppi |
| But unlike millions of others, I simply call her Grandma |
| Ain’t nothing like grandma’s hands |
| Let me tell you this |
| Grandma’s hands Used to hand me piece of candy |
| Grandma’s hands Picked me up each time I fell |
| Grandma’s hands Boy, they really came in handy |
| She’d say «Baby, don’t you whip that boy ! |
| What 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's Hands |
| Ain’t nothing like grandma’s hands |
| Used to hand me some candy |
| Grandma’s hands Picked me up each time I fell |
| Grandma’s hands Boy, they really came in handy |
| She’d say «Baby, don’t you whip that boy! |
| What you want to whip him for? |
| He didn’t drop no apple core!» |
| Grandma’s Hands (x2) |