Grandma's Hands Lyrics - Reflections - Gil Scott-heron

Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning 

Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so well 

Grandma's hand used to issue out a warning 

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 

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, yeah 

Grandma's hands used to hand me a 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, "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, oh yeah 

I'm talking 'bout my grandma, I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah 

Grandma, grandma, I'm talking 'bout my grandma