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Grandma's hands, clapped in church on |
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Sunday morning |
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Grandma's hands, played the tambourine so well |
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Grandma's hand used to issue out a warning |
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She'd say, "Baby, don't you run so fastMight fall on a piece of glass, 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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Grandma's hands, soothed the local unwed mother |
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My grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell |
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Grandma's hands used to lift her face |
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And tell her she'd say, "Baby, grandma understandsBut you really loved that man and put herself in Jesus' hands" |
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Grandma's hands, yeah, |
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I'm talking, |
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I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah |
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Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy |
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Grandma's hands, picked me up each time |
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I fellGrandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy |
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She'd say, "Nettie, don't you whip that girlWhat you wanna spank her for 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 |
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Heaven I'll look for grandma's hands |
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I'm talking 'bout my grandma, talking 'bout my grandma, oh yeah |
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I'm talking 'bout my grandma, |
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I'm talking 'bout my grandma, yeah |
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Grandma, grandma, |
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I'm talking 'bout my grandma |
