Bill Withers – Grandmas Hands (Guitar)

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 Mmm-mm-mm, mmm-mm-mm.

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 Grandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning,

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Grandma's hands, played a tambourine so well.

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 Grandma's hands, used to issue out a warning, she'd say;

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 "Billy don't you run so fast; might fall on a piece of glass,

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 "Might be snakes there in that grass", Grandma's hands.

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 Grandma's hands, soothed a local un-wed 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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 "Baby, Grandma understands, that you really love that man,

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 Put yourself in Jesus' hands", Grandma's hands.

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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, she'd say;

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 "Matty don't you whip that boy, what you want to spank him for?

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 He didn't drop no apple core", but I don't have Grandma any more.

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 If I get to Heaven, I'll look for, Grandma's hands.

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 Mmm-mm-mm.