Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Merry Clayton
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bill Withers
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning
Grandma's hands played a tambourine so well
Grandma's hands used to issue out a warning
She'd say, "Baby sister, don't you run so fast
You might fall on a piece of glass
Might be snakes there in that grass"
Grandma's hands
[Verse 2]
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 said, "Baby, Grandma understands
That you really loved that man
Put yourself in Jesus' hand"
Grandma's hands
[Verse 3]
Grandma's hands used to hand me a piece of candy
Grandma's hands picked me up each time I fall
Grandma's hands, boy they really came in handy
She'd say, "Eva, don't you whip that child
What you wanna spank her for?
She didn't drop no apple core"
But I don't have my grannie anymore
If I get to heaven I'm gonna look for
Grandma's hands
Yes, I will
[Verse 4]
Ooh, grandma
Where are you, grandma?
Need you
Yeah
[Verse 5]
She said, "Oh, Eva, don't you whip that child
Now, what you wanna spank her for?
She didn't drop no apple core"
But I don't have my grannie anymore
If I get to heaven I'm gonna look for
Grandma's hands
[Verse 6]
Yeah, yeah, grandma
Don't you know I need you
Right now, grandma?
Yeah, grandma
[Verse 7]
Grandma (Grandma's hands)
We'd go to church on the Sunday morning
(You're not my father, you're not my mother)
(You're not my sister, you're not my brother)
We'd go to church on the Sunday morning
(Grandma's hands)
[Verse 8]
Where are you when I need you?
(You're not my father, you're not my mother)
Grandma
(You're not my sister, you're not my brother)
Grandma, oh
(Grandma's hands)
[Verse 9]
We remember
(You're not my father, you're not my mother)
(You're not my sister, you're not my brother)
(Grandma's hands)
Written by: Bill Withers