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Meg Mac
Meg Mac
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Bill Withers
Bill Withers
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Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning, Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well, Oh, grandma's hands used to issue out a warning, And she'd say 'Billy, don't you run so fast, you might fall on a piece of glass, There might be snakes there in that grass,' Grandma's hands. Ooooo-aaah Grandma's hands clapped in church on Sunday morning, Grandma's hands played the tambourine so well Oh, grandma's hands used to issue out a warning, And she'd say 'Billy, don't you run so fast, you might fall on a piece of glass, There might be snakes there in that grass,' Grandma's hands. Ooooo-aaah Grandma's hands sued the local and with mother Grandma's hands used to ache sometimes and swell Oh, Grandma's hands used to lift her face and tell her And she'd say 'Oh, baby grandma understands that you really loved that man, Put yourself in Jesus hands' Grandma's hands. Ooooo-aaah Grandma's hands used to hand me piece of candy, Grandma's hands pick me up each time I fell, Oh, Grandma's hands boy they really come in handy, She'd say 'Billy don't you whip that boy, what you wanna spank him for? He didn't drop no apricot' But I don't have grandma anymore. If they get to heaven, I look for, Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands Grandma's hands
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