| Baby don’t you run so fast
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| (She was always giving us a warning)
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| Might be snakes there in that grass
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| (She was looking out…)
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| Grandma’s Hands
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| (I remember them well.)
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| Grandma’s hands
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| Clapped in church on Sunday morning
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| Grandma’s hands Played the tambourine so well
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| Grandma’s hands Used to issue out a warning
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| She’d say «Gladys don’t you run so fast!
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| Might fall on a piece of glass!
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| Might be snakes there in that grass!»
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| Grandma’s hands
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| Grandma’s hands Soothed a local unwed mother
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| Grandma’s hands Used to ache sometimes and swell
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| Grandma’s hands Used to lift her face and tell her
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| She’d say «Baby, Grandma understands.
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| That you really love that man.
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| Put yourself in Jesus' hands.»
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| Grandma’s hands
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| Couldn’t wait till Sunday morning (oh baby don’t you run so fast)
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| Cooking up that fried chicken,
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| Smelling up the whole house
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| «Gladys don’t you run so fast!
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| Might fall on a piece of glass!
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| Might be snakes there in that grass!»
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| Grandma’s hands
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| Ain’t nothing like grandma’s hands
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| Family is a gift of god,
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| With this song I’d like to pay harness
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| To one of it’s members
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| Over the years her importance has been diminished
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| Her image tarnished, but to me she’ll always be a rare jewel
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| I’ve heard her called by many loving nicknames
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| Nana, Mimi, Mamaw, Big Mama, Poppi
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| But unlike millions of others, I simply call her Grandma
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| Ain’t nothing like grandma’s hands
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| Let me tell you this
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| Grandma’s hands Used to hand me piece of candy
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| Grandma’s hands Picked me up each time I fell
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| Grandma’s hands Boy, they really came in handy
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| She’d say «Baby, don’t you whip that boy !
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| What you want to spank him for?
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| He didn’t drop no apple core !»
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| But I don’t have Grandma anymore
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| If I get to heaven I’ll look for… Grandma's Hands
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| Ain’t nothing like grandma’s hands
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| Used to hand me some candy
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| Grandma’s hands Picked me up each time I fell
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| Grandma’s hands Boy, they really came in handy
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| She’d say «Baby, don’t you whip that boy!
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| What you want to whip him for?
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| He didn’t drop no apple core!»
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| Grandma’s Hands (x2) |