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