Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Gregory Porter
Vocals
Ben l'Oncle Soul
Vocals
Chip Crawford
Piano
Emmanuel Harrold
Drums
Aaron James
Bass Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Withers
Songwriter
Gregory Porter
Translation
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Newland
Mixing Engineer
Brian Bacchus
Producer
Lyrics
Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Gregory, don't you run so fast
Might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass"
Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands sooth the local unwed mother
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
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in Jesus' hands"
Grandma's hands
Grandma
Grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy
Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fell
Grandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy
She said, "Oh Mattie, don't you whip that boy
What you want to spank him for?
He ain't drop no apple core"
But I don't have Grandma anymore
If I get to heaven I'll look for
Grandma's hands
Oh, I miss you Grandma
I miss you so much
Grandma
Grandma, Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma, Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Grandma, Grandma's hands
Grandma's hands
Ooh Grandma's hands
Grandma, Grandma
Grandma, Grandma
Grandma, Grandma
Grandma, Grandma
Grandma, Grandma
Grandma, Grandma
Grandma, Grandma
Grandma, Grandma
I'm calling your name
Calling your name
Grandma, Grandma's hands
Writer(s): Bill Withers
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