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[Intro]AmMmm-mm-mm, mmm-mm-mm.[Strophe]AmGrandma's hands, clapped in church on Sunday morning,E7Grandma's hands, played a tambourine so well.AmGrandma's hands, used to issue out a warning, she'd say;E7 D7 E7 D7"Billy don't you run so fast; might fall on a piece of glass,E7 D7 Am"Might be snakes there in that grass", Grandma's hands.[Strophe]AmGrandma's hands, soothed a local un-wed mother,E7Grandma's hands, used to ache sometimes and swell.AmGrandma's hands, used to lift her face and tell her;E7 D7 E7 D7"Baby, Grandma understands, that you really love that man,E7 D7 AmPut yourself in Jesus' hands", Grandma's hands.[Strophe]AmGrandma's hands, used to hand me piece of candy,E7Grandma's hands, picked me up each time I fell.AmGrandma's hands, boy, they really came in handy, she'd say;E7 D7 E7 D7"Matty don't you whip that boy, what you want to spank him for?E7 D7 E7 D7He didn't drop no apple core", but I don't have Grandma any more.E7 D7 AmIf I get to Heaven, I'll look for, Grandma's hands.[Outro]AmMmm-mm-mm.