GIL SCOTT-HERON - Grandma's Hands lyrics

Grandma's hands clapped to church on Sunday mornings

Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well

Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning

She say, "Scotty why you run so fast,

Might fall on a piece of glass,

Might be snakes there in that grass?"

Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me.

Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers

Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell

Grandma's hands, lord they'd really come in handy

She say, "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy?

What you want to whip him for?

He didn't throw no apple core."

Grandma's hands, they keep on calling to me.

Grandma's hands soothed the local unwed mothers

Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell

Grandma's hands, well they really came in handy

She say, "Bobbie why you want to whip that boy?

What you want to whip him for?

He didn't throw no apple core."

But I don't have grandma anymore

When I get to heaven I'll look for grandma's hands.